Cold.
Bone-chillingly cold.
Shen Ningning felt like she had fallen onto clumps of soft cotton.
But this cotton would melt into water, soaking her clothes and sticking to her warm little face.
Her head felt dizzy.
"Shen Ningning? Shen Ningning!" Someone gently patted her cheeks, trying to wake her up.
The voice seemed to come from a great distance before gradually becoming clear, right by her ear.
The little one slowly cracked open her eyes and saw the gloomy sky.
Then, three anxious faces appeared above her.
Mo Lingwei, Ye Shangyi, and Lu Shaoyuan...
The little one rubbed her head. "Mmm, good. I still recognize you. I don't think I hurt my head."
She sat up as she spoke.
Ye Shangyi let out a sigh of relief, but her eyes turned red.
"You nearly scared us to death! How could you be so careless and suddenly tumble down?"
