Lu Bancheng felt as if someone had struck him on his head, and his body suddenly froze. The window was open and a gentle night breeze blew into the room. Xu Wennuan continued to repeat her words and the wind made her voice drift back and forth between loud and soft.
"Lu Bancheng... Zero Degrees... Zero Degrees... Lu Bancheng... Lu Bancheng..." After a long time, she finally quieted down and fell back into deeper sleep. The wind raged outside the window and made the curtains rustle. As if he was a statue, Wu Hao remained frozen for a long time before he eventually moved his eyes and returned to his senses.
His fingers were still reaching out toward the corner of her eye, frozen in midair for some time. Unable to find it in himself to wipe away the tear, he gradually withdrew his hand. He then turned his head and gazed out the window into the dark night. The words that she had muttered over and over again echoed in his ears. "Lu Bancheng... Zero Degrees..."