This place was located in a secluded corner of the back garden, some distance away from the villa, so the two of them would not be easily discovered.
Luo Yangyang, who had been running, stopped, but she did not turn around.
Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yangyang's thin back. The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, but Luo Yangyang did not turn around.
Feng Sheng had no choice but to step forward and stand in front of her.
"If you're angry, vent it. Don't keep it in. It's not good for your health."
Feng Sheng's deep and mellow voice echoed in the night breeze.
There was still some snow on the ground. The two of them stood beside a tree. The green cedar branches were covered in thick snow, as if they could fall and hit people at any time.
Under the bright moonlight, the snow in the back garden was silvery white, without a single blemish.