Ning Zhiyuan holds Li Jiaren's hand on his warm face until her cool hand warms up.

although she put her hand down from his face, she kept holding it tightly in the palm of her hand.

Li Jia Ren looked, narrowed her eyes and smiled. It's heartache. Her hands are cold, isn't it?

it's been a while since she thought about it. She was afraid that she would rather suffer from it. She said, "let's go back. I'm a little cold."

her voice was soft and waxy, and he naturally nodded to go back without saying anything.

"OK, get up, let's go back."

Li Jiaren stood up with a "hum",...