Looking down at the woman lying completely still, Bo was panicked, thinking she was dead. However, he calmed down when he caught the woman's chest movement, going up and down, showing she was still alive and breathing. Not to mention her whole body was shaking terribly due to the cold wind.

Maybe my voice is too weak? Or perhaps she is deeply asleep? Bo talked to himself. But I can't allow her to sleep like this. She'll catch a cold.

Clearing his throat, Bo tried asking again. This time, he raised his voice a little, but there was still gentleness within it. "Excuse me, ma'am. You can't sleep out here. It's cold. You'll get sick."

Besides the quivering body, there was still no sign of movement from the older woman even though Bo tried repeating the same questions several times.

Is she coming down with a fever or something?

Taking off his expensive suit jacket, Bo tenderly draped it over the older woman's body, hoping it would ease the coldness somehow. Then, he extended his hand to touch the woman's forehead to take her temperature. However, before his palm could reach the skin, the older woman's eyes shot open, revealing a pair of green eyes, looking up into Bo's honeyed-color ones.

Taken aback, Bo extracted his hand reflexively. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything. I was just—"

"You're going to lose precious things around you. The person you love will leave you, the things you cherish the most will be taken from you, and the dream that you plan to achieve will be shattered into pieces."

If Bo was surprised by the woman's sudden awakening, he was now dumbstruck by her words. It was like she was cursing him.

Nevertheless, he wasn't angry. The first thought that came to his head was that this elderly must have an unstable mind due to her old age.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe in fortune-telling. Besides, I promised my dad that I wouldn't let anything I deem precious get away from me. My girlfriend and I are engaged. We're planning our marriage accordingly. I have everything under control," he said in a dulcet tone. His face still plastered with a warm smile.

The older woman didn't say anything further but continued to peer into Bo's eyes as if searching for something inside those gentle pairs.

"By the way, ma'am, are you lost? Do you need help going home?" Bo decided to take the lead in prolonging their conversation since the woman showed no sign of speaking.

"Lost? I'm always lost. But no one knows," she answered with a sing-song voice as she shook her head from side to side and chuckled.

The sight gave Bo quite a scare. He could feel goosebumps creeping up his back and arms. Still, he refused to back down. He needed to get this older woman a shelter. At least for tonight.

"Shall we go to the police station? They'll contact the social welfare team for you."

"No! Not the police!" The woman waved her wrinkled hands deniably and backed away with a scared expression on her face.

Bo immediately regretted his choice of words. A penitent countenance was written all over his face as he watched the older woman's body shook harder than before with more than coldness as the cause of it.

"I'm sorry. Sorry. Okay, no police. I promise," said Bo, hoping to calm down the panicked woman somehow.

"No police? Promise."

"Yes, no police. I promise."

He put up a smile as an assurance, the one that always worked, whether it was used on men, women, children, or elders. His smile contained a halcyon power, soothing chaotic situations into serenity.

"What would you like me to do, ma'am? You know you can't stay here. Either you'll catch a cold, or the security will chase you out," said Bo when the old woman seemed to calm down. "Maybe you can come home with me for tonight? We'll sort things out tomorrow."

The woman stared at Bo in shock at first. Her eyes widening and blinking like an owl. However, it was replaced with a smile. "Actually, I lied. I may not have a home, but I have a house. I don't want to go,"

Bo arched his eyebrows in confusion. Being born with a silver spoon, he had never experienced any hardship. Everything in his world was full of joy and light with not a trace of darkness could penetrate. His parents had always made sure of that. His house had always been a place where he could also call it home. Then why did this older woman didn't want to go home?

"What do you want me to do then?" asked Bo innocently, not knowing how to solve this situation.

He didn't have the heart to leave the woman out here alone. Still, she refused all of his suggestions, leaving him in a dilemma.

"Nothing, child. You don't need to do anything." The old woman shook her head. "it's late. You should go and rest."

"What about you?"

"I will go back to where I belong, too. Don't worry."

Bo wasn't wholly convinced, but there was nothing he could do. The woman firmly refused to go with him. A vibration came from the pocket of his pants, followed by the ringing sound, snapping him out of thoughts. Adjusting his position, he shoved his hand inside and fished out the phone to see that it was his chauffeur calling.

"Sir, I'm sorry for making you wait. The engine wouldn't start until a few minutes ago." The chauffeur's voice echoed from the other side of the line when Bo clicked on the answer button. "I tried to call you, but your phone couldn't be reached. Where are you, sir? I'm already in front of the hotel's gate."

Bo turned around and saw his car parking, where he last stood. "Oh, I'm nearby. Please wait. I'm going there soon." He ended the call and put the phone away from where he had taken it. Then, he shoved his hand inside his breast pocket and took out a name card.

"My name is Bo. Here is my phone number." He handed the card to the woman and pointed to the row with numbers printed on it. "If anything, you can call me."

The older woman nodded and maintained her warm smile at Bo, never once looking away. It was like she wanted to imprint the gentle boy's face into her memory.

"Are you sure you don't need a lift home?" asked Bo.

"No, I have lived all my years without meeting you, and I am still alive. Just go home."

Bo awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of his head at the chiacking. He got up to his feet and bid the old woman goodbye before heading towards his car.

Staring at Bo's broad back, the old woman murmured, "Naive child. Your once full of the light path is about to be extinguished by a strong veil of darkness. You're going to lose everything you hold dear. Yet with that kind heart of yours, I believed you'd be saved from the misery by someone whose heart is as tender as yours." She paused and sighed, "I hope you'll meet him soon."

When the car made a turn, Bo looked out the window to where the older woman was one last time. Strangely, there was no trace of her. Everything vanished as if there was neither anyone nor anything had been there in the first place.