The Su family offered her shelter, but they also brought her frost and snow.
Su Jing was the only exception.
He was like the first ray of sunlight piercing through clouds after a snowstorm; when he wrapped her in his coat, his body heat melted the icicles on her eyelashes. He was like the last piece of sandalwood burning in a late-autumn fireplace, silently catching all her sharpest fragments, his warm palms cushioning even her darkest falls.
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