The air inside the carriage was stagnant.
The girl in his arms suddenly stiffened.
There was a charcoal brazier burning inside the carriage, yet her hands were as cold as ice blocks.
Wei Zhao handed a hand warmer to her, gently patting her back hesitantly as he controlled his strength.
He had never done such a thing before. Normally, he spent most of his time rubbing salt into others' wounds.
Therefore, his movement was not quite skilled.
Yu Tingwan found it difficult to breathe, her reddened eyes filled with mist.
She looked up in disbelief.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
Yu Tingwan sat up straight, putting some distance between them. Her back was straight as a pencil, and her eyes were filled with intense anger.
Clearly...
Clearly she understood Wei Zhao's character, and if he didn't have evidence, he would never mention it in front of her.
But she found it absurd.
Even laughable.
How could it be possible?
"Wei Zhao."
