When Wen Ying came back downstairs, she was bundled in a thicker coat, wrapped tightly against the cold. Squinting against the wind and snow, she spotted the familiar car and, ducking her head, ran towards it. Wen Ying bent her fingers and tapped lightly on the window. No response. She tried the handle. The door swung open. Seeing the man’s silhouette inside, she ducked in and sat down. “Mr. Huo,