She watched Mu Qian approach step by step. Even though he appeared composed and at ease, he could not hide his inherent nobility and imposing presence, which set him apart without even trying, unreachable.
Now, he showed no sign of the weakness he had last night—as if it wasn't him.
Had she not seen it with her own eyes, no one would believe that the omnipotent Mu Qian could show such vulnerability.
Upon seeing Wen Jiaren, Mu Qian's dense eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
Wen Jiaren looked down and realized she was barefoot, standing on the ground, no wonder her feet felt cold.
When she looked up, Mu Qian was already in front of her. Without a word, he picked her up effortlessly, holding her as if she weighed nothing. Wen Jiaren wrapped her arms around his neck, her palm resting on his warm cheek, indicating he had fully recovered.
