Su Jia reached out to hug his strong waist, responding sullenly, "Mm."
The car moved slowly along the road, and even when they returned to the apartment, she was still in a daze, completely out of it.
Lu Yanhe carried her directly upstairs, only putting her down when they reached the door.
Once the door was opened and they stepped inside, the warmth within diminished much of the panic and unease, the sadness and pain, that lingered in her heart.
Lu Yanhe went to the bathroom to run a bath, then called her in.
Su Jia undressed, her clothes soaked through, tossing them aside casually, and laid down in the bathtub.
The slightly hot bathwater soaked into her tender skin, gradually dispelling the chill, no longer feeling as unbearably cold as before.
Lu Yanhe helped her wash, observing her bare skin, his gaze darkening.
Su Jia kept her eyes closed, not showing any emotion, yet the tight line of her lips betrayed her unease and fear.
There were ten minutes of silence.
