First Frost - Zhu Yi [ENGLISH TRANSLATION]

Chapter 3

Stepping outside, the cold air hit Wen Yifan's face. It appeared to be colder than before.

The only sweater that could keep her warm was drenched and shoved in her bag. When Wen Yifan walked to her front door, she felt like her body didn't belong to her anymore. She opened the door and subconsciously glanced at the room opposite her.

I guess the man opposite my room isn't back at this hour yet.

Normally, he would pass by her door with a smirk at around 2 or 3 AM in the middle of the night and maliciously knock on her door twice, which sounded like thunder in the middle of the night.

Then, he would go back to his room.

And then there was nothing else he would do.

It was frustrating, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Wen Yifan had told the landlord about it several times, but it seemed like nothing had worked.

After Wen Yifan locked the door, she boiled a kettle of water before sending a Wechat message to Zhong Siqiao, "I'm home."

Zhong Siqiao's house was far away from Shang An, so she was still on the subway.

Zhong Siqiao: So soon? I still have several stations to go.

Zhong Siqiao: Hey.

Zhong Siqiao: I recalled Sang Yan's behavior tonight as soon as the wind started blowing.

Zhong Siqiao: Do you think he threw his coat at you because he was afraid that you would be cold? Maybe he was too embarrassed to admit it, so he randomly came up with an excuse.

Wen Yifan took out her clothes from her wardrobe, stopping as she read the messages.

Wen Yifan: Say something that makes more sense.

Zhong Siqiao: ?

Zhong Siqiao: What did I say that doesn't make sense???

Wen Yifan: He was only resolving an accident. An accident at his bar.

Wen Yifan: I guess he was worried that I would fall sick and claim medical fees from him.

Zhong Siqiao: ...

Zhong Siqiao: Then, why didn't he simply ask someone else to pass you a coat?

Wen Yifan: It's not easy to find a person to do that on such a cold day. Not to mention, a very busy day. It was peak hour.

Zhong Siqiao: ?

Wen Yifan: Perhaps he couldn't find someone to borrow a coat.

Zhong Siqiao: ...

The insufficient battery reminder popped up just in time.

Wen Yifan placed her mobile phone on the table to charge before going into the bathroom. She carefully removed her makeup, but suddenly stopped when she stared at her face in the mirror.

The eyes that saw a stranger flashed in her mind.

Wen Yifan looked downwards and absent-mindedly threw the cotton pads into the trash can.

Back when they knew each other, Wen Yifan honestly didn't know much about Sang Yan then, let alone now. So, she couldn't clearly tell if he pretended not to recognize her, or if he really didn't recognize her.