She was caught off guard. Her nose hurt, and tears leaked out. She covered her nose and raised her head and a familiar, grim face came into view. The face that once turned a thousand times in her deepest dream, she could recognize it even if it turned into ash—it was Wei Lingnan, the person she didn't want to meet.
Her heart skipped a beat, and even the air seemed to freeze.
She stared at him dumbly, forgetting time, and even herself. The air was filled with the hot and clean smell of hot spring water, but the weather was cold as if it was going to freeze. Xia Yingluo's fingertips were a bit white and she held onto her bathrobe stiffly.
