Why are we watching the sunrise on such a precarious mountain, instead of by the sea?
She even thought he might be taking her here to die together!
"It's so high! I'm scared!" Lian Xinying felt her legs go weak.
She gripped Yan Ye's hand tighter.
Yan Ye took the lead and sat down on the ground, pulling Lian Xinying to sit on his lap.
"Yingying, you've got me, don't be afraid." Yan Ye wrapped his arms around her waist. His voice was deep, his arms strong.
Lian Xinying buried her face in his chest, and while that eased her nerves, there was still one thing...
"It's cold."
The temperature on the mountain was lower than at the base, not just cold but damp, accompanied by a biting wind.
Yan Ye unfolded the shawl he had been holding her in and draped it over her.
"Are you cold?" Now that the shawl was around her, the chill had eased, but Lian Xinying was worried he might also be cold.
Lian Xinying found Yan Ye's large hand and touched it—it felt warm.
