Her face was pale as a ghost, her eyes appeared to have soaked up countless tears, sadness was written all over her face.
How strange.
Lun You looked at Meng Xi'er, thinking, when Lu Yebai was around, she was reluctant even to speak to him, but now that he's gone, she seemed to be grieving to death.
Is it only at the point of no return that people realize what they've missed?
A sigh quietly arose from his heart. He looked up at Meng Xi'er and said, "You've suffered severe frostbite, stop running around."
Meng Xi'er reached out and gripped Lun You's arm. Her fingers were frighteningly cold, causing him to slightly furrow his brow. She looked up at him and with great effort, managed to utter a word: "He..."
It seemed as though her vocal chords were about to bleed from the effort, and she began coughing softly. Her frail shoulders shivered in the icy air.
Watching her like this, Lun You sighed again, took off his coat and draped it over her. "You should go rest. I'll keep watch."
