An An was terribly cold, feeling as if her blood had stopped flowing.
The mountain wind, laced with a chill, swept over, and she couldn't help but snuggle closer to Lu Mingfei.
There was some warmth in his chest, and at this moment, keeping herself alive was the priority, so she couldn't be bothered with anything else.
Lu Mingfei held her tightly, sensing her body was icy cold.
"An An, it's okay, don't be afraid."
Zhuo Anan was like an octopus, clinging to him.
Even so, she still felt the cold wind blowing from all directions, and her teeth continued to chatter.
"Cold..."
Lu Mingfei held her with one arm, rubbing her shoulder with the other.
Fortunately, it wasn't winter now; otherwise Zhuo Anan might not have held on until now.
At this moment, the rain stopped, and the long-lost sun penetrated through the thick clouds, casting a golden light.
"An An, look, the sun is out. It won't be cold soon."
An An looked up briefly, never having felt the sunlight so bright.
