Tang Yuansi didn't want to see her...
When Shangxin received this message, his body shook slightly, and then he stood firmly again.
Biting his lip, he stood stubbornly in place.
At night, the snowstorm got bigger.
The cold wind blows on the body, like a knife cutting the skin, causing pain.
Her thin body stood in the snow, with snowflakes covering her head and shoulders, as if she had merged with the snow scene in front of her.
The guard came out to persuade her a few times, but seeing that she really refused to leave, he had no choice but to give up.
Night fell.
The Tang family villa was brightly lit.
It was in stark contrast to the desolation outside.
The butler hurried outside with the ginger soup, and saw Tang Yuansi, who was also standing in the snow, was less than a hundred meters away from Shangxin, who was also standing in the snow, and hurried forward.
"Master, your body is afraid of the cold, drink a bowl of ginger soup to warm you up, and go to the living room!"
Tang Yuansi's figure did not move.
Even his gaze was fixed on the direction where Shangxin was standing.
Seeing her figure in the cold wind, her hands hanging by her sides were silently clenched into fists, with blue veins on the back of her hands.
It took all the strength in his body to endure, so he didn't step forward and hugged her into his arms.
Hearing the housekeeper's words, he glanced at the bowl of ginger soup in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly, "Bring it out to her."
"What?" The butler was taken aback.
Immediately, he came to his senses and said hesitantly, "But you, young master..."
Before the housekeeper could finish his words, he met Tang Yuan's cold eyes and didn't dare to talk anymore. He took ginger soup and walked out of the gate.
He walked straight up to Shangxin.
"Miss Shangxin, the weather is too cold. How can your body bear it after standing for so long? This is the ginger soup I made in the kitchen. You should drink a bowl quickly!" the butler said, passing the ginger soup in his hand give her.
Shangxin stood for too long, his body was a little stiff.
Looking at the housekeeper in front of him and the steaming ginger soup in his hand, his heart suddenly moved.
"Who told you to send it? It's Brother Xiaosi, right?"
He still cares about her, why won't he come out to see her...
The next second, I heard the butler explain, "Master is too tired from work and has already fallen asleep. I decided to send it to Miss Shangxin on my own. Master doesn't know."
Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Shangxin's mouth froze on his face.
Looking at Jiangtang in front of him again, it seemed to be a kind of irony.
She took a step back, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes flushed.
Afraid that people would see it, he turned his head, "I don't want to drink, you can take it away."
"Miss Shangxin..." The housekeeper wanted to say something, but Shangxin had already turned around and refused to listen.
The housekeeper took the ginger soup and let out a long sigh.
This is not the first time such a scene has happened.
The young master is clearly reluctant, but he refuses to see him.
As long as Miss Shangxin stood outside, he would stand by her side, and every time Miss Shangxin left, he would be sick for a few days.
The housekeeper's old face was full of distress.
But none of them could persuade them, so they could only carry the ginger soup and went back.
There was no need for the butler to report back, Tang Yuansi had already seen everything.
Her little face was red from the cold, and the tears rolled in her eyes when she heard that Jiang Tang was not his order...
Everything was like a dagger piercing his heart.
How much he wanted to hold her in his arms, wipe off the snowflakes on her head, hold her hand in his palm, and warm her up.
think about it...
But even if he can't do anything, just looking at her from such a distance, his heart seems to be filled with something.