A gust of night wind swept by, abruptly carrying a different scent through the clear air.
A scent that was exceptionally familiar.
Cui Lingyao's body stiffened slightly.
They were sitting side by side, very close, and Shen Tingyu immediately noticed her change. He turned his head and asked, "Are you feeling cold?"
"…" Cui Lingyao managed to force a smile and nodded. "A little."
As she spoke, she hesitated for a moment before suddenly shoving her hand into his palm.
Shen Tingyu was surprised for a split second, but his reaction was swift. He instinctively closed his fingers around hers.
His broad palm firmly enveloped her hand.
It felt soft, almost boneless, and cool to the touch.
He gave it a gentle squeeze and said with concern, "If you're cold, we should head back and rest."
The height of summer was ending, and the night winds already carried a chill.
The last thing she needed was to catch a cold.
