Syaoran stared at the night sky devoid of any stars. His wheelchair was perched in the middle of the garden in front of his isolated villa from where the view of the vast sky above looked majestic. Yet there was hardly any trace of life in the sky.
He let out a sudden peal of cough that almost sapped more than half of his energy. But soon, he felt a thick coat surrounding his shoulders. He looked up and to his no surprise, found Hou Anming standing before him.
"Why do you always have to torture yourself like this?"
"Zihan let you in?"
"I don't like it when you avoid my question with another question."
Syaoran smiled.
"It's cold outside," Hou Anming plainly said.
"This much cold is nothing to me. I have taken in far worse."
He stared.
Syaoran let out a helpless smile. "Guess you came here to say no? I understand. It was quite a hefty amount to ask."
Hou Anming stared at him for a long moment and took out a check from the inside of his coat pocket.
