Mu Liang swiftly picked her up, walked out of the cellar, Qiao Xia's complexion was deathly pale, her icy white face pressed against his chest, one hand tightly clinging to his sleeve, her knuckles turning white. Mu Liang carried her through the orphanage's long corridor at a brisk pace, immediately taking her home the first chance he got. Her complexion was a bit cyanotic from the cold, and he could almost see the blue veins throbbing on her neck.
"Cold, so cold…" Qiao Xia instinctively burrowed into the warm embrace, Mu Liang took off his upper garment, wrapped her in his arms, his scorching body heat like a branding iron coming into contact with ice. Qiao Xia greedily held onto him, her cheeks unwittingly pressed against his skin. Mu Liang casually grabbed a blanket, still carrying her, he left the orphanage and drove home.
