"Nian Nian, go downstairs and drink your ginger soup first." Lian Jing noticed that something was amiss. He sent the meddlesome Shen Nian away and walked towards Shen Yin. If she took a step back, he would take a step forward. He would pursue her until she had nowhere to hide.
Behind her was the cold wall. The moment she leaned against it, Lian Jing reached out and pulled her into his arms. "The wall is cold. My body is warm."
"I'm not cold." Shen Yin gently pushed him away. She lowered her eyes and refused to look at him.
Lian Jing lifted her chin and forced her to look straight into his eyes. His eyes darkened. Just as Shen Yin thought that he would say something domineering like before, he suddenly said in a low voice, "Although your grandfather is no longer around, there's an old man here who loves you just as much. Don't be sad, okay?"
