Even he himself wasn't sure when he became so without principle.
After his voice sounded, Yun Mo slowly lifted her tear-streaked face, looking at him.
Only when she saw his face clearly did she finally relax, her grip on the stone suddenly loosening...
With a loud "thud," the stone dropped to the ground.
Nan Yishen lowered his gaze at the stone that had fallen from her hand, his expression rather complex.
If he hadn't come, was she planning to use this stone to protect herself?
Thinking of this, he felt a sudden discomfort in his heart.
...
Yun Mo thought that since he had arrived, everything would be fine.
Yet somehow, she felt even more aggrieved, unable to stop herself from lowering her head and burying her face against his chest.
Only when his familiar scent completely surrounded her did her heart gradually settle down.
The heavy rain outside continued to fall...
His coat was large, draped over her, covering almost everything above her thighs.
