"Ah, how disgusting."
...
There wasn't any snowfall here, yet Murong could hear the sound of snow landing; there was no ice, but he could hear the sound of his heart shattering like ice crystals.
That night, Murong didn't eat and didn't go looking for Yun.
If Yun saw him lying there motionless, he might have thought Murong was falling back into his old habit, trying to starve himself to death.
But by the evening of the third day, Murong suddenly came back to life, a faint smile on his face.
The first time Yun saw him, he had a feeling of being triumphant.
"Did you find your sister?" Yun asked.
"No! Did you have any luck yesterday?" Murong replied.
"Nothing. Just treated someone called Qing after nightfall," Yun said.
"You treated another one?" Murong's eyes reddened.
But he quickly calmed down.
Seeing this, Yun said, "I think you must have encountered something good."
