Gong Shirao's cheeks suddenly turned bright red too. Just as she was about to fold her arms to cover herself, a jacket was suddenly draped over her, covering her awkwardness.
Once she gathered her thoughts, she realized that the jacket covering her was Zhan Nanjue's...
When he had jumped into the water just now, he had taken off his jacket and thrown it on the shore, so the jacket wasn't wet.
Gong Shirao wanted to return the jacket to him, but in such a situation, she certainly couldn't. Otherwise, it would be even more embarrassing!
So she could only bite her lip, wrap the jacket tighter around herself, and hug her arms.
The breeze by the riverside blew gently, slightly cool.
She awkwardly looked toward the river's direction, seeing in the water's reflection her and his shadows. She bit her lip, pretending to be unaffected as she leaned down to pick up her backpack...
Her leg still hurt so much. She bit her lip hard, enduring the pain, and wanted to walk.
