"Are you cold? I'm sorry I'm late."
The man reached out to pull her into his embrace, his deep voice soothing her, his tone filled with undeniable tenderness.
As he spoke, his warm breath against her ear brought a tingling sensation, finally reviving her senses.
Yun Qiluo hadn't intended to cry, but seeing him comforting her made all her grievances surge to the surface. Her small mouth pouted, and tears started to fall down.
Her small hand clutched his clothing, and she buried her face in his chest: "Beautiful woman, wah wah wah, I missed you so much, I thought I'd never see you again..."
The cold little body burrowed into his embrace, breaking Yan Yanxin's heart into pieces. He held her while warming her up, coaxing her:
"There, there, don't cry. I'm here now, aren't I?"
Yun Qiluo didn't know why, but when she was alone she didn't feel anything. But as soon as he arrived, she felt as if she had suffered the greatest grievance, so her tears wouldn't stop pouring out.
