Xue Yang’s hands were usually the warmest, and she loved holding them for warmth. Sometimes, she would even press them against her cheeks—so hot and incredibly comfortable. But now, his hands were as cold as blocks of ice. Lin Xi spread his palms open and discovered they were frozen red.
It wasn't just his hands; it was his whole body. When she had lunged at him earlier, he had clearly been shivering from the cold.
A wave of heartache washed over Lin Xi.
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