She frowned slightly, "I'm going out for some air." Then turned around and left.
Mu Jingnan gazed at her departing figure, the smile on his lips gradually fading.
The cold wind was like a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting across the face.
The face was painfully stung by the wind.
Situ Yunshu had just stepped outside when a guard came forward holding an umbrella, "Miss Situ, the snow is heavy, let me hold the umbrella for you."
"No need, I can do it myself."
Taking the umbrella, Situ Yunshu slowly strolled around.
Perhaps it was fate.
That led her to wander to the entrance and see the pitiable woman being stopped by the guards at the gate.
She was wearing too little, shivering in this harsh weather.
At such a distance, she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, she could barely discern that her complexion wasn't good.
Well, it's understandable. In this biting wind and snowy weather, it's fortunate not to catch an illness. How could her complexion be good?
