She was leaning crookedly there, looking awkward and uncomfortable. Duan Xingzhi pressed the pause button, then got up intending to find a blanket to cover her, but after thinking it over, he stopped, bent down, and gently picked her up.
It wasn't the first time he held her. When they were in Giverny, France, they were even more intimate than at this moment. But after all this time, she was in his arms again. Duan Xingzhi couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it was enough to make him reminisce and feel excited.
He originally planned to take her to the guest room, but after thinking it over, he carried her to his own room instead, gently laid her on the bed, and her slippers had already fallen off when he picked her up, so her little feet were bare, and he instinctively touched them.
They were cold.
Not the usual kind of cold, but the kind that chills your hand.
