When Chi Hanjing recovered, she realized that her actions of hugging Murong Qiao and crying had soaked a small area of the other party's shoulder.
The dark wet marks were especially eye-catching on the beautifully tailored white shirt, so much so that Chi Hanjing's already red face became even more embarrassed.
She gently let go and took a deep breath of the cold night air. Her mind cleared up. Then, she met Murong Qiao's concerned gaze and felt the sourness in her eyes that had just retreated appear again.
"Thank you," Chi Hanjing said again.
She didn't know how many times she had repeated it, but when she thought of how Murong Qiao had saved her just now, she couldn't help but speak.
Murong Qiao shook her head and took out the handkerchief she carried with her to wipe the marks on her face so that she wouldn't look so miserable.
Murong Qiao's voice was very soft, but it was gentle. "Feeling better?"
"Yes." Chi Hanjing nodded.
