The tip of the nose caught a faint scent.
Like grass after the rain, the frost of a bitter winter.
It was a unique, serene aroma of coldness.
Qi Baotan, through her blurred vision, saw the person crouched in front of her.
Clearly within arm's reach, yet seemingly separated by an insurmountable gulf.
She could only make out the slender outline, the fair skin, and those deep black eyes hidden within the mist.
Mysterious and distant.
Shen You'an furrowed her brows, took off her jacket, and draped it over Qi Baotan's shoulders.
Her fingers gently patted Qi Baotan's back, carrying a soothing tenderness.
"Don't be afraid, it's over now."
Listening to the soft coaxing tone beside her ear, for some reason, Qi Baotan's tears suddenly overflowed uncontrollably, falling like rain.
Shen You'an appeared momentarily helpless but deeply understood and pitied her.
A delicate woman experiencing such an ordeal—if she didn't cry, that would be truly unusual.
"It's you?"
