The snow in Pingcheng was light but exceptionally cold.
Nan Juefeng, still dressed in his office suit, appeared dusty and disheveled in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
In front of the door, there was a man and a woman, the man walking ahead, holding an umbrella.
The woman followed behind, only partially covered by it.
Snowflakes covered her entire back, turning her dark hair grayish white.
Hesitant for a moment, she stopped and checked her phone.
To her disappointment, there were no messages or missed calls from him.
"What are you spacing out for?" The man holding the umbrella turned back irritably upon seeing her distracted.
He stood still, waiting for the woman to catch up,
braving the light snow.