The wind rose again, blowing a few flakes of snow from the branches that clung coolly to her feverish cheeks.
She trembled slightly and finally lifted her misty eyes. The unshed tears shimmered, threatening to fall at any moment.
"You bastard!" Ming Lingyi cursed without holding back.
But combined with her charmingly flustered state, the curse held no real menace or ferocity. If anything, it sounded more like she was pouting.
"That's enough to make me a bastard?" Li Yun's arm tightened, pulling Ming Lingyi straight into his chest. "Then what do you call forsaking me?"
Ming Lingyi: "..."
'Surely it wasn't serious enough to use the word "forsake"?'
'Was it really that serious?'
"Ming Lingyi." Li Yun glanced at the earthenware jar lying on the ground nearby. He used her full name, his voice a little hoarse and laced with the chill of a northern winter's night. "You seem to be in fine spirits."
Who couldn't hear the displeasure in his voice?
