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Severe Cold moved the box of instant noodles that Ziya had mentioned, only to find it filled with crumpled fruit packaging instead. While Ziya slept soundly, he took a moment to assess the distance between the refrigerator and the front door, counting his steps to gauge how far he would need to go.
In the kitchen, a pot of millet porridge steamed gently, filling the small space with its fresh aroma. Severe Cold poured some into a small bowl to cool and then went to the bedroom to retrieve Ziya's discarded clothes. They were damp and slightly sticky—had Ziya's sweat soaked them?
Glancing at Ziya, he was struck by her peaceful sleeping posture and her delicate, pale face, which stirred a protective instinct within him. He pulled out the trash can and carefully rummaged through it; Ziya's clothes were sealed in a plastic bag. This meticulous habit had developed over time, making him cautious in everything he did.
When Ziya awoke and saw a bowl of sweet millet porridge by her bedside, she reached out to check its temperature—it was just right. Her stomach grumbled in response, and without getting out of bed, she picked up the bowl and began eating with tears of gratitude in her eyes.
After finishing her porridge, Ziya rose and drew back the curtains. The sky was a brilliant blue, and the villa area remained peaceful. Suddenly, she spotted Severe Cold hurrying down the path toward the villa's entrance. Where could he be going so early? she wondered to herself.
Severe Cold entered without pausing in the hall and headed upstairs to check on Ziya. Seeing that she had finished her porridge, he smiled slightly and pulled out some small equipment from a light green bag he was carrying.
"What is this?" Ziya asked.
"A camera," Severe Cold replied as he positioned a wooden stool in the center of the room. Climbing onto it, he began working on installing a tiny camera beneath a string of sparkling chandelier lights.
"Is this useful?" Ziya tilted her head slightly, steadying the stool beneath him, worried that he might fall.
"It is useful; I want to see if there's anything in this house that could scare you senseless," Severe Cold said with a mischievous smile after finishing the installation and stepping down from the stool.
"Uh... do you know if something came in?" Ziya immediately recalled the terrifying scene from last night at Severe Cold's prompting. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt an unsettling sensation creep over her.
"Just a guess. You're alright now, right? Maybe you should sleep a little longer," Severe Cold said gently as he took the bowl from her hands. He then looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Do you want to tell me what you saw yesterday? Or perhaps..."
Ziya lazily tilted her head back, a hint of a bitter smile on her lips as she said, "Uh... it's nothing, I just don't want to bring it up again." The reason she avoided mentioning it to Severe Cold was the embarrassment of recalling the moment she had curled up on the ground. She continued, "If I keep this up, I'll start to mold. I need to go outside for a walk. By the way, I’ll sort out your story from yesterday and write it down."
"Don't even think about it. With your condition, you shouldn't be writing. You need to listen to me; otherwise, you'll regret it," Severe Cold warned sternly as they moved toward the staircase.
Ziya's fair face suddenly flushed red, and she murmured, "Who do you think you are? Why do you care? Do you really believe what Sun Meng said has anything to do with this?"
"Hah! You are destined to be mine, Severe Cold. Otherwise, how could we have met so far away in City A? I've been really into a song by Qu Wanting lately; I find myself humming it now and then."
"What song?"
"Aha! It's 'You Are in My Song.'" Severe Cold entered the kitchen while Ziya sat on the sofa, still feeling somewhat weak. Sitting there reminded her of that cat, Shuangshuang, which had pounced on her so crazily.
"Severe Cold, have you seen that cat?" Ziya asked. This cold seemed to have made her eyes appear larger than usual, yet she still couldn't spot the Black Cat.
In the kitchen, Severe Cold washed and set aside the dishes but kept an eye on Ziya in the living room. When he heard her asking about the cat, Jianmei trembled slightly, unsure how to tell her that the cat had already passed away.
"Ahem... about the cat! It might have run away. We've had this happen before; cats tend to roam around looking for mates during their heat cycle! We can't just tie it down; let it be free!"
"Cats run away when they're in heat? That's a first for me!"
"Hahaha! It's an animal; how could it possibly compare to us superior beings? Humans only get aroused when they meet someone suitable... cough, I'm rambling." Severe Cold smirked slightly, hiding a hint of mischief behind his unfinished thoughts.
As they stepped out of the villa, a lush green landscape greeted them. The tender green buds sprouting from the willow trees were delightfully charming. A gentle breeze brushed against their cheeks, bringing with it a refreshing chill. The villa's surroundings were far better than those of ordinary neighborhoods; various unknown flowers bloomed vibrantly, and neatly arranged stone pillars lined the path beside them.
"Is there really a difference between this residential area and the park now? The countryside is getting narrower, and the city is suppressing it!" Severe Cold lamented.
Ziya nodded, her footsteps silent as she carefully avoided stepping on the lush green grass. She gingerly stepped over clusters of green shoots sprouting from the cracks in the small tiles. "It seems like there's no distinction between the countryside and the city anymore. While urban development has brought some economic benefits to rural areas, it has also disrupted certain ecological chains."
"Exactly! This is what they call losing sight of the bigger picture, right? Come, sit here," Severe Cold said, pulling out a tissue from his pocket to wipe down Stone Pillar before inviting Ziya to sit.
Ziya's nose was still uncomfortable from her cold; she kept squeezing tissues in her hand, wiping her nose and tossing them aside. She greedily inhaled the scent of grass in the air. In Severe Cold's eyes, Ziya didn't seem as spirited as she had been on the train; she was trying hard to conceal something. What doubts were hidden in her gaze?
Feeling embarrassed under Severe Cold's intense and concerned stare, Ziya lowered her head anxiously.
Severe Cold quickly diverted his gaze, scanning aimlessly around. From their vantage point, they could clearly see Ziya's bedroom window in Ms. Tan's villa area. Something eye-catching in the window's flowerbed seemed to draw Severe Cold's attention.
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