Fu Shinian finally understood why Su Mu had run into the icy wilderness—only such temperatures, only such bone-chilling winds, could help her calm down, even if only slightly.
He looked at the deeply regretful Su Mu before him and forced himself to suppress all his emotions. It wasn't that he didn't want to lose his temper, but before that, he had to ensure Su Mu wouldn't fall ill again. He took a deep breath several times before his raging feelings eased somewhat. Holding Su Mu's hand, he spoke:
"Let's go back first; it's too cold here..."
Fu Shinian's voice was tight, every word squeezed out as if forced. He felt it himself—he wanted to pretend to be calm and finish his sentence, but Su Mu interrupted him. She clung to his sleeve and looked at him anxiously:
