Su Nanzhi had made efforts to avoid wearing the coat, she clasped Jiang Beiyu's wrist with her hand earnestly proving that she was indeed not cold.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
The sensation of touch was fleeting. He clearly felt someone pressing a hand on his wrist, warmth flooding in, then flitting away like a feather.
The little girl's body, for some reason, was like a small furnace during winter.
Could it be because she carried fire within her?
Even after more than a decade of being a student, Teacher Jiang still couldn't figure it out.
In the end, the coat was still draped over Su Nanzhi's shoulders. If she didn't wear a thick coat and walked out, others would think she was a fool.
The school hadn't started heating yet.
Just a few days ago, they discovered some equipment was broken; nobody knew what was wrong, but urgent repairs had been underway for several days. Nevertheless, it was truly cold.
