She stood right in front of him, in a place within his reach.
The still-warm coat was draped over him, and Situ Yunshu carefully helped him tidy up his clothes.
Her gaze passed over him and landed on Yao Wangshu behind him.
She had collapsed to the ground in an embarrassing heap; the surface at this temperature must have been chillingly cold.
Yet she seemed oblivious, sitting there in utter disarray, tears streaming down her face.
Before Mu Jingnan arrived, she was arrogant and appeared to have everything under control.
After Mu Jingnan arrived, a single slap undoubtedly obliterated all her arrogance, completely knocking her from the clouds into hell.
Now, like a lost-soul madwoman, she sat on the ground crying.
"Yunshu, where are you going?" Mu Jingnan tightly gripped her wrist, deeply afraid she would leave.
"I'm not leaving."
Patting the back of his hand, Situ Yunshu signaled him to let go.
