Wen Yi draped herself in the thickest coat and put on warm boots before heading out with an umbrella.
The rain wasn't heavy, just a drifting kind, but it was very cool, especially in this season.
As she walked, she couldn't help but complain. Even with plenty of layers, stepping out from the warmth of the heating into such cold weather, one would still feel cold. She was truly fed up with Mo Shichen, that man.
There was always a lamp standing tall outside the gates of the villa, its circle of light larger than the row of lights in the garden, providing a dim and tranquil illumination. Even the drifting rain was clearly visible within its glow.
Mo Shichen must have been standing for a while too, his tall figure leaning against the car. The light hitting him cast a cold, soft glow, and his hair showed signs of dampness.
When she approached with her umbrella, the man was lighting a cigarette, struggling a bit. Yet, after several attempts with the lighter, he finally got it lit.
