The snow had unknowingly become heavy, swirling down and obstructing the view, yet strangely, she could still see him in the distance with a single glance.
A thin layer of white had already settled on the car roof, signifying that his car had been parked there for some time.
Dong Xin Yan paused, her delicate eyebrows furrowing bit by bit. How had he followed her here? What exactly... did he want?
He seemed to have seen her too. However, he didn't get out of the car to come over and entangle her further. He just quietly watched her, silently, just watching.
Separated by a great distance, separated by the swirling snowflakes, the two stared at each other in silence.
After a few seconds, Dong Xin Yan felt as if something pressed down on her chest again, heavy and suffocating.
Why did she always inexplicably feel his sadness? Why did she feel hurt along with him...
What was happening to her?
