An Bo stood on the bridge, the cold air whipping around him, the force of her leaving felt almost like the wind was drawing him towards her. But she didn't slow down, and she was right. He wasn't skilled like Lengxie, he wasn't an Emperor. Hell, An Bo was hardly a teacher at this point. Even with the cold ripping through his meager robes, he couldn't make himself move, nothing inside him wanted to accept her words. Although he'd never expected what they'd had to blossom, over all the obstacles, it had. He'd fallen madly in love with her, and maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he'd thought she'd been just as in love. It wasn't just the ice on the bridge, but he felt as if he'd been frozen there. Lifting his arm, he called out, tried to anyway. Nothing came out, and he just sat there silently, reaching for the woman rapidly fading into the snow.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Milo held onto Xiao Yu's hand as he tried to think of ways to resuscitate her, but he could hear someone coming. Instinctively, he stood up, and put himself between himself and the doorway, and was surprised to see Yi Long of all people.<i>Just when I need an arrogant prick less... </i>Even from here, Milo could see Yi Long seemed to be in a pissy mood.<i>Even better, a pissy arrogant prick. Actually, he might know something. </i><br/><br/>"Yi Long, does Xiao Yu have any health conditions?" he asked, his voice firm as steel. It wasn't like he wasn't use to intimidating information from people, but this time Yi Long was his target and his paycheck. "She collapsed, and she might need serious medical attention, you know her history, heart problems, diabetes?"<br/><br/>He kept on asking questions, but something about Yi Long down here felt normally right, but so<i>wrong. Don't worry about that, worry about her first, </i>he chided. Without meaning to, he kept her shielded from Yi Long, almost like he needed to keep them apart.