Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion
Meng Anya wasn't surprised to see Mo Yijun here. More like he had long expected that he would definitely be here when this man knew that he left his side. This man had always been like this. Every time, they've met, then fall in love and be obsessed with each other. It's already by instinct that either the two will wake up if one left the side of the other under whatever circumstances.
He looked at his love standing just there, surrounded by white snow, which even gathered on his head like cottons, on his arms hung a small size winter heat padded coat obviously for him, waiting for him to finish his business.
When Mo Yijun and his eyes meet, the latter's silvery irises will change from blank indifferent gaze to a love filled ones. As Mo Yijun spotted him, he walked towards him. As if it's his right, Anya allowed his man to put that warm winter coat on him, even wrapping that scarf from his own neck.
