Standing beside Yun Jian, Yun Yi's taller and bigger build contrasted against Yun Jian's petite frame. He turned to look at his sister, the frown between his brows so deep that it could kill a fly by trapping it in his folds.
Leaving the warm venue with the heater, the cool breeze of winter blew like piercing needles, prickling Yun Jian who wore only an evening dress baring her arms and shoulders without a jacket.
The winter wind was the worst out of four seasons, especially when Yun Jian's down jacket was seized by Song Shanshan's clique—although, Yun Jian would not take the jacket back even if they did not want it.
"Xiao Jian, are you cold?" Yun Yi was shaking in the cold, but he was not in a hurry to ask Yun Jian about New Cruise, concerned about her wellbeing instead.
