Jiang Yuzhu stood silently on the balcony bathed in the soft silver light of the moon, letting the cold wind brush gently against her cheeks.
Her hair danced in the wind; an air of melancholy surrounded her.
She took a deep breath of the cold air; the chill shocked her lungs, as if trying to clear away her heart's depression.
Before the cold completely overtook her, a steady sound of footsteps emerged from behind.
Before she could turn around, a coat was gently draped over her, carrying a distinct masculine scent.
She turned around and saw Pei Jingchuan.
The man had a straight nose, clear lip lines, giving off a calm and composed aura.
Despite it being late into the night, he was still dressed in a crisp white shirt, a blue tie gracefully hanging on his chest, exuding an irresistible mature charm.
"Worried about Aunt?"
His deep voice sounded. Jiang Yuzhu nodded, her eyes slightly red and swollen.