Cold?
Su Xingyu paused for a moment, reaching out to touch Jue's hand. Jue's hand was cold from playing in the snow, but even colder was Han, who had been rolling around outside in the snow and was now being tightly held by him.
Could it be... Jue was trying to warm Han's face?
Su Xingyu thought her idea was a bit absurd, but she couldn't think of a better explanation.
Looking at Jue's stiff and serious little face, diligently warming Han, her heart ached with an indescribable feeling. Clearly, he was the one who needed more care...
She remembered Jue's illness and looked at his face. As expected, his lips were purple from the cold, and his already unhealthy little face looked very pale.
Su Xingyu was startled, quickly pulling Jue's hand away from Han's face. The child was suddenly startled, and began to shout angrily.
"Jue, be good, don't do this." Su Xingyu hurriedly tried to calm the child.
