The night air was chilly.
Wang Xiao stood still, hands in his coat pocket, eyes trailing the figure approaching them across the empty road.
Lin Xue.
She walked like it was nothing.
As if she hadn't just broken out of prison.
Her arms wrapped around her shoulders, fingers rubbing faint warmth into her skin. The grey robe she wore like a forgotten hospital gown, draped and dusty, fluttering slightly in the wind.
He raised a brow, voice flat and judgemental.
"Getting too comfortable with freedom already?"
Lin Xue paused, just a few steps away, their eyes met.
"I…"
She opened her mouth, then closed it.
For a moment, her breath came out in a white puff, curling like mist from a dying kettle.
Then, "I didn't come to cause trouble."
Wang Xiao's gaze dipped. "Oh? You didn't?"
He gestured vaguely at her. "At this hour, in that outfit, walking barefoot in a prison robe—"He gave her a pointed look. "—you are trouble."
Zhang Sisi, still mildly stunned
