Xie Xun stood under the curtain of rain wearing a bamboo raincoat. His left leg ached faintly from the cold and repeated straining, but his gaze lingered on the girl's gentle and pristine profile. He hated Fengyu for trapping him in the Capital City, despised her extravagance and wastefulness, and loathed her hypocrisy and selfishness. He had never imagined it was she who had been helping the old, weak, and young in the northern part of the city for the past three years without seeking any recognition. The Capital City hadn't even heard a word of her efforts.
He was someone who could decide life and death with a single glance, yet in the midst of the raging wind and snowstorms, he admitted—this time, he had misjudged.
