I feel so cold
"I'm so cold." A charming voice passed through Xin Qing's ears and kept playing back in the huge room.
Xinqing approached him and held his hand.
"Would this feel better?" She raised her bright eyes, which seemed to be filled with soft light.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, he was so thin, as thin as a feather. His hands were so cold, as cold as a corpse.
The young man was stunned.
I only heard her voice that seemed to be warm, lingering gently in my ears.
The sun instantly penetrated the haze.
Pure golden light seemed to fall along the edge of the window lattice, flowing on their clasped hands, blooming with dazzling light.
He held her hand greedily, greedy for the warmth she gave him, and refused to let go.
After hesitating for a moment, he pricked his eyelashes and said, "I'm still cold."
This chapter has been completed!