As she let go.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in.
An Ning couldn't help but sneeze.
"Mother, are you cold?" An Youyou asked hastily, "I'll take my clothes off for you..."
Lin Zichan had already taken off his coat and handed it to An Ning, "If Her Majesty doesn't mind, please wear it."
An Ning looked at Lin Zichan.
Slowly, she accepted it.
Then draped it over herself.
As if it was all his scent.
A familiar... scent.
"The servant will take Her Majesty and the Princess to rest at the dilapidated temple," Lin Zichan said.
"Mm." An Ning nodded.
At that moment, not consciously, she tightened Lin Zichan's coat around her.
"It's too dark, I'll carry the Princess."
"Okay." An Youyou didn't hesitate at all, reaching out for Lin Zichan to hold her.
Lin Zichan bent down and picked An Youyou up in his arms, then said to An Ning, "Your Majesty, hold onto my clothes, don't let go."
"Mm."
An Ning reached out, tightly gripping Lin Zichan's garment.
