The distinct scent of morning dew on the man's body was accompanied by the coppery scent of blood. However, his scent remained as pleasant and comforting as it always has been to her.
Ji Nuan did not raise her head as she embraced the man tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.
Feng Ling was self-aware as she kept silent by the side. She gave Mo Jingshen a respectful nod and turned to alight the helicopter.
The helicopter cabin was separated from the pilot room by a metal board. From here, they could not see the front. Likewise, the pilot could not see them.
Mo Jingshen tightened his grip around the emotional woman in his arms. Silently, he carried her inwards. Normally, he always appeared as though he was casually picking up a piece of clothing when he picked her up. However, as he straightened his back today, he almost couldn't stand firm.
