"Ah Ze, wake up, wake up."
In Ye Ranran's melodious voice, Song Ze, pretending to be asleep, slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were dark and bright, like a lake at night reflecting thousands of stars, yet they were also very cold, devoid of any warmth.
Those were not the eyes of the Ah Ze she knew but those belonging to the Song family's Ah Ze.
Ye Ranran, feeling as if she had seen a ghost, quickly backed away. Because she retreated so quickly, she almost fell, but luckily, One, who was close to her, quickly caught her.
"You were right, I shouldn't have come, let's go back," Ye Ranran said, holding onto One's hand and hurriedly walking back.
"Sister, you're leaving just after you arrived?" Song Ze spoke, his voice greatly different from Jun Mochan's.
Like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, it painfully swept across one's cheeks; even with a touch of gentleness, it wasn't much improved.
