The little hand in the palm was as cold as holding a block of ice. In the afternoon, my sister and the others were wearing sweaters and woolen coats, yet this girl only wore a trench coat and a shirt. Did she forget that the temperature in the Imperial City is lower than in Nan'an?
"I... I didn't bring any," An Ran lowered her head guiltily.
Receiving Mu Wanxin's call, her mind was solely on Mu Xingfeng's injury. How could she remember what the temperature was in the Imperial City?
It wasn't until they got out of the car that she realized, it's really cold in the Imperial City now.
Mu Xingfeng looked at her frail body, his heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, a dense, continuous pain.
She must have been terrified, rushing over thousands of miles overnight, without even bringing a piece of clothing.
She had said before that he was her world, if he was gone, she would have no family left.
