The little girl you pulled aside noticed the woman waking up and hurried to her, babbling some words.
The woman then turned to look at you and gave a slight smile.
It was precisely this smile, as if a hundred flowers were blooming, that made you feel as if your entire world suddenly burst into vibrant, dazzling flowers. For some reason, you instinctively reached out to hold the woman. Her body was surprisingly cold, not the kind of cold caused by freezing, but as if she was naturally ice-cold, holding her felt like embracing a block of ice.
But you didn't let go; the cold of her body did not ease despite your warmth. You looked at the woman in wonder, and due to the language barrier, you could only smile back at her while you held her thin body near the warm flames.
Unexpectedly, the woman soon started struggling and shaking her head at you, even giving you a pleading look. The little girl kept patting your arm, signaling you to put the woman down.
