By evening, the snow had become heavier.
Due to the slippery roads from the snow, the Elder Chief did not personally see Wen Suihan off. Instead, Jiang Yi took up the task.
Jiang Yi, wrapped in a short pearl-white down jacket, accompanied Wen Suihan all the way to his car.
Neither of them spoke a word along the way. In front of the car, Wen Suihan turned around.
His handsome face looked even colder and paler against the snowy backdrop. He looked at Jiang Yi, puzzled, and asked, "You seem more relaxed in front of 'Xiao Han,' yet you become distant with me. Why is that?"
Jiang Yi laughed carelessly, her long hair not tied up and sticking to her face in the wind, which she did not bother to brush aside. She said, "You and Xiao Han are the same person to me; both are good friends, and there's no difference in distance. Speaking of which, I owe you an apology. I always made those offbeat jokes in front of you. I hope you don't take them to heart..."