Yun Ran and the two little packrats were protected by him and were not affected by the harsh weather. However, as Mo Beiyuan blocked the cold wind and snow for them, they did not move at all and were about to turn into snowmen.
Yun Ran's heart ached as she snuggled into his arms. While the two children were not paying attention, she whispered, "Mo Beiyuan, hug me tighter. This way, you can feel a little warmer."
"Why don't you put your hand under your cloak and I'll warm it up for you?"
In the past, Yun Ran had always been the one to shelter others. Now that she was being protected by him, there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Mo Beiyuan hugged her tightly from behind, but his big hands were still outside. He was concerned that his hands were too cold and would freeze her.
"I'm fine. Do you still feel cold?"
Yun Ran turned slightly, raised her chin, and shook her head at him. "I'm not cold. I'm just worried that you will be."
