Jiang Yang's lean body had turned pale from standing out in the cold wind all afternoon. He took the initiative to hold Nan Fei's hands in his palms, gently rubbing them to warm them up.
There was a warm and beautiful atmosphere between the siblings.
"Sister Nan Fei." Jiang Yang's thick eyelashes were still dusted with the fine snow that had fallen from the tree branches, making him look like a transparent little prince. "Is it because of the divorce?"
"Yes!" Nan Fei thought of her past life, where she exhausted all means to bring up divorce but never succeeded. But now, things were different—with Jiang Yang's help, Huo Beijiang would be out of sight and out of mind.
Nan Fei didn't know what she was thinking of, but she squinted her eyes in delight and smiled radiantly.
