Zhuang Yichen lifted her hand and grasped the car key she had just handed over herself, the surface of the key immediately frosting over.
Her hand trembled as she wanted to reach for the divorce papers beside her, but just as her finger was about to touch the corner of the paper, she recoiled as if scalded.
"They all say I'm as cold as an iceberg, but Ye Jiu, aren't you the one made of ice and snow?"
As she spoke, Zhuang Yichen lifted her head, her tear-filled eyes intensely gazing at Wen Nan's face, her voice trembling as she questioned:
"Tell me, what exactly should I do to melt a heart of ice and snow, to awaken a heart encased in frost?"
Wen Nan was somewhat taken aback by the question.
He considered himself somewhat of a seasoned player in love affairs, yet was suddenly labeled as having an "icy heart," with a slightly resigned smile.
He wanted to refute, but at that moment, Wen Nan truly didn't know how to begin his rebuttal.