In the next moment, Ning Li subconsciously stretched out her hand and pulled on his sleeve.
She could feel his shirt.
'It's really him…'
Lu Huaiyu froze for a moment, then looked down and swept a glance at her hand.
Her slim, fair fingers were a little reddish and seemed very cold.
She tightly squeezed the corner of his clothes until her knuckles turned white.
After a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Are you cold?"
Ning Li nodded but then shook her head again.
The corridor was colder than the wards, and she had just washed her face with cold water, so the coldness seemed to remain on her fingertips.
However, seeing him made her feel warmer.
"Second Young Master?"
A voice came from not far away.
Fang Qingyun parked the car before he went in.
When he went upstairs, he saw Lu Huaiyu at the end of the corridor with a lady standing in front of him.
