His pupils slightly contracted, and he started walking toward her.
Zhixi raised her head to look at him, her expression surprised and flustered, with a touch of confusion.
The man sat directly beside her and grasped her hand.
Zhixi frantically tried to withdraw her hand, but failed. She was a little angry: "You..."
"Luckily your hands are warm, otherwise I would be upset." He Jingyao spoke, his voice low, "Why are you wearing only a jacket? It's almost autumn, why not wear something more?"
Zhixi looked at him blankly, after a moment she couldn't help but reply, "I only found this set of clothes..."
"Tomorrow I'll have Uncle Li send over some warm clothes." He Jingyao lifted her hand and gently kissed it, his eyes revealing a hint of heartache, "You silly woman, daring to run out alone with your wounds not fully healed, you worried me sick, you know that?"
Zhixi stared at his hand, her expression still dazed.
