The autumn breeze was chilling, and when it blew on one's face, it felt like a steel blade scraping, giving a feeling of piercing coldness.
Ye Xuan, as usual, woke up early, got dressed, washed up, exercised, and then went to the market to buy a simple breakfast.
He intended to buy more, but suddenly remembered that Tang Xiaorou and the others had been abducted long ago, their fate uncertain.
Ye Xuan wasn't a person given to sentimentality; on the contrary, he was somewhat cold-blooded. Yet, even so, when he thought of Tang Xiaorou, a pang of sorrow would still arise in his heart.
Humans are just such creatures, rich in emotion. When faced with sad events, they feel grief, they cry. When faced with happy events, they feel joy, they laugh.
The breakfast held in Ye Xuan's hand grew cold from the breeze, and frequently, tears would glisten at the corners of his eyes if you looked closely.
"This breakfast, I wonder if Suzuki Wako will be accustomed to it..."
