"Wei Lai called early in the morning, saying he would come by in the afternoon. I was worried, but didn't expect you to come."
Shen You'an slowly stirred the ginseng soup in the pot, calmly stating, "He won't be coming."
"What?"
"With such a heavy snow, he won't come."
This old couple, long forgotten, wouldn't be worth risking the storm for him to visit.
"That's good." Chong Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boss, how much longer do we have to stay in this place?"
His entire being exuded a kind of frenzied desperation, as if he was going mad from confinement.
He longed for the wine outside, the meat outside, the beauties and the dazzling world outside.
Shen You'an said calmly, "Soon enough."
Chong Ming glanced at her, the girl sitting quietly, her eyelashes slightly lowered. In the remote mountains, the lighting was extremely unstable, flickering dimly, yet it only highlighted her alarming calmness under the light.
