People differ from birth.
Some are exalted above all, while others are as lowly as dust.
Now she, is as inconspicuous as dust.
Gui Hu looks down at the unconscious Xin Lin on the ground; even in unconsciousness, her fingers slightly bent, maintaining the posture of a clenched fist, overestimating her abilities, lowly as dust, yet unyieldingly tenacious.
In his deep blue eyes, there is only coldness and ruthlessness.
With one long arm, he scoops Xin Lin's small body into his embrace.
Xin Lin's clothes are completely wet, clinging to her petite and thin form.
His slender fingers pry open her clothes, quickly stripping her bare.
"Cold, cold."
The night deepens, and the unconscious Xin Lin feels the chill, instinctively pressing against Gui Hu's body; her hands and feet cling to Gui Hu's neck like a koala.
But as soon as she gets close, Xin Lin shivers.
"Damn it's cold, a big ice block!"
