At this time, the sky was near dusk, and although there had been a bit of gloomy weather all day, there wasn't much change. However, the howling cold wind obviously added a few more degrees of chill than before.
Yet, Shang Ruyi did not feel cold at all.
Yu Wenye held her tightly in his arms, even through the leather jacket, his body heat seemed to sift through, layer by layer, into Shang Ruyi's being. For a moment, she even felt disoriented, as if she were in the warmth of spring.
It was because of his presence and warmth that when she recalled that dreadful memory again, it didn't hurt as much.
She spoke slowly, "Things happened when I was discussing marriage with my elder brother. Just after the matter was decided, my aunt took me to Ban Yan Temple to pray for blessings. But while crossing the river on a boat—"
Recalling the circumstances of that time, although it had been a long time ago, Shang Ruyi couldn't help but shudder.
