She was not surprised, as if she knew who the person was.
Looking at the misty sky, Feng Yueya was bathed in snowflakes, her bright eyes void of any impurities, clean and clear.
Her lips always carried a smile, a smile that seemed transcendent from the earthly world, like a fairy who strayed into the mortal realm.
Yun Shangyuan, who hurried to deliver the cloak, saw her just like this.
His steps suddenly halted.
Staring dazedly at the woman in front of him, he felt as if her light figure might disappear at any moment into the falling snow.
A sudden unease filled his heart unreasonably.
He almost stumbled as he ran to her side and tightly embraced her in his arms.
Only after confirming she was still right in front of him did his panicked heart finally settle down.
Releasing her slightly, he looked into her puzzled eyes and rebuked angrily, "Didn't you see it's snowing? Why didn't you take shelter? What if you caught a cold?!"
Feng Yueya was stunned.
