Throughout the journey, he followed in silence, obviously sulking.
Su Yan chuckled as she tightly grasped his hand, offering no words of comfort, but stayed close by his side.
Without anyone speaking, they reached the mountaintop.
By then, it was already midnight, and the moon hung high in the sky, illuminating everything on the mountaintop.
In the air, whisps of white mist floated around. When the wind blew, even though it was not yet autumn, it sent a chill through the bones.
Su Yan rubbed her arms, regretting not bringing a cloak with her.
She knew that the temperature would be lower in the mountains; why hadn't she thought of bringing something warm?
"Are you still cold?" Chu Yuxiao walked over and wrapped her in his arms. Threads of warm air poured into her, warming her body.
He was using his Inner Strength to keep her warm.
Su Yan snuggled up to him and shook her head with a smile, "I'm not cold anymore."
