The weather had already turned autumnal, and the wind was strong. The wind, sweeping across him, felt like it was drilling into his bones, it was unbearably cold.
Wolcott was gradually losing patience and began to knock on the door forcefully, But no one responded.
At last, Wolcott could no longer restrain himself and shouted, "Jodelle, come open the door!"
Jodelle was sitting in the living room of the Rose family's house. Uncle Rong was playing chess with her.
Jodelle, with a white chess piece in hand, was frowning slightly, undecided about her next move. Uncle Rong glanced at Jodelle.
The noise outside was still ongoing, Jodelle subconsciously looked at the door, apparently, she was not completely oblivious.
Uncle Rong's face darkened slightly and said, "What, do you still want to make up with him?"
Jodelle heard the dissatisfaction in her brother's voice.
She gave a slight smile and said, "How could that be possible, I have long given up on him."
