The winter night wind was fierce.
After Song Yi returned home, she felt like she couldn't get warm no matter what.
Her thoughts were shrouded in something dark and heavy.
She couldn't shake it off.
"Ding dong—" The doorbell rang at night, its sound piercing like the cold wind.
Song Yi went to open the door, and it was Lu Yan who'd come.
She didn't look too well, but still managed a smile: "Coming so late...?"
Lu Yan was holding a pot of soup.
"The soup has been stewing for quite a while." Lu Yan said, "Tang Si asked me to bring it over, it's cold at night, don't let your body get chilled."
Song Yi looked at the soup and took it: "He's not here, but his thoughts are far-reaching."
Lu Yan didn't know what had happened between the two of them, but seeing this state, it seemed like they were having a quarrel.
"Thank you, would you like to come in for a cup of water?" Song Yi asked.
