At this moment, the sky had already darkened a bit, and the dim light allowed Song Yi to only see his silhouette.
But the bottle of warm water in her hand, as well as the blanket, warmed her heart.
Tang Si got into the car and touched Song Yi's hand: "Your hands are cold."
His voice was soft: "Drink some hot water."
As he spoke, he draped the blanket over Song Yi: "Do you feel both cold and hot?"
He felt Song Yi's forehead; she didn't seem to have a fever.
"Am I getting a cold?" Song Yi looked at Tang Si and asked; she indeed felt that way.
"Yes." Tang Si: "There's no pharmacy here. Once we get to the south, we'll find a pharmacy and get some cold medicine."
She hadn't even noticed that she had a cold, but Tang Si had noticed.
The driver had gone off to eat.
Song Yi snuggled closer to Tang Si, as if no amount of intimacy was ever enough.
Even though he was right beside her, for some reason, she felt a little unsettled.
