In the eyes of others, he was no different from his usual aloof and noble image, except for... those black eyes filled with endless darkness.
"Put on the coat."
A deep, subdued voice sounded above her head.
A pair of polished leather shoes entered her field of vision. Nan Wan lifted her eyes to see a black coat in front of her. "You wear it. I'll wear my own clothes."
The numbness in her calves had dissipated. She said this, stood up, and prepared to go to the ward to retrieve her down jacket.
Mu Jin Huan caught hold of her arm, released it when she paused, and draped the black coat he carried over her shoulders. "It's dirty. I threw it away," he said calmly.
Her down jacket and his bloodstained suit jacket were already in the trash can.
The coat blocked out the chill, and only then did Nan Wan notice that he was wearing nothing but a thin shirt. She pinched the collar of the coat and said softly, "You'll be cold."
