Wen Shu sorted out the thoughts in her mind, bracing for the worst, but she still had doubts that needed Priest Bona to resolve.
She looked out the window, the swirling snow hadn't grown larger but had buried a layer of steps; there was no more time to delay.
Nan stared at her without blinking, seeing her complexion return to its rosy hue, and the uncertainty in her clear eyes dissipate, his tightly clenched heart finally relaxed a bit.
He held Wen Shu's hand, gently grasping it, and softly said, "Ashu, do you have an idea?"
The male's warm palms enveloped her hands, and Wen Shu glanced back, meeting his indulgent gaze, feeling a bit uneasy.
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but at that moment, the door was abruptly pushed open.
A gust of cold wind rushed in, and Mious's tall figure covered in wind and snow appeared in a panic.
Those emerald eyes turned a fiery red upon seeing Wen Shu's pale face, and he rushed forward without a word, holding her tightly in his embrace.
