Whose voice was that, so gentle, so warm, slowly smoothing over the icy wound inside her…
She tilted her head back, staring dazedly at that face softer and more beautiful than the moon on the lake, and subconsciously nodded.
Xia Nuobai finally let out a breath of relief, lifted her down, then supported her as they walked back.
She shrank, shivering, into his warm arms, even slipping her cold little hand inside his jacket.
Xia Nuobai's body stiffened; he took her hand out and wrapped it in his own palm.
The street was almost deserted; only the streetlights stood quietly on either side. Suddenly a car drove past, stirring up a gust of wind, and she buried her head in his chest, looking as if she had entrusted him with her whole heart.
Xia Nuobai smiled wryly. If only she could be this unguarded when she was sober.
