The moment she choked and called his name, Yan Jiuchao felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly rubbed by someone. He was used to being strong and mighty. But when he suddenly saw her fragile side, his heart softened.
Of course, Young Master Yan was not a soft-hearted person.
"Get up."
"I can't get up." Yu Wan said aggrievedly, "I sprained my ankle." Her legs were numb too.
Yan Jiuchao had an "I knew it" expression. He squatted down. His clean clothes landed on the muddy ground, soaking through the cold mud. He placed the umbrella handle in Yu Wan's hand. "Take it."
Yu Wan took it. The handle of the umbrella still had some of his warmth left, making her palms warm.
Yan Jiuchao carried her up.
Yu Wan had lived for two lifetimes, but this was the first time she was being carried like a princess. She felt that it was a little indescribable, but she did not hate it. Through her wet clothes, she could feel his strong arms and defined muscles.
