Resignation?
Duan Xingzhi's heart suddenly clenched.
"You're going to resign over this?"
"In your eyes, is this all trivial? Then what counts as significant?" Bai Zhi couldn't help but question.
Duan Xingzhi didn't answer her immediately, and she didn't press for a response. She took a sip from her cup, and as the warmth spread through her stomach and gradually across her body, she shivered despite the warmth.
"What's wrong? Are you cold?"
When she said those things, he didn't react much, but when he saw her shiver, his face darkened.
"You just came back like this; it's no wonder you're cold."
Hearing his concerned words, Bai Zhi wasn't sure how she felt.
Ultimately, she said nothing, lowered her head, and took a few more sips of water. Feeling much better and no longer stiff as a rock, she quietly said, "Let go of me, I'm much better now, my feet... aren't cold anymore."
Duan Xingzhi still held her feet, "How could they not be cold? They're still ice-cold."
