Having said that, the man turned and walked away.
Lin Wu heard the footsteps and, as if possessed, turned back to look. The man's figure was lean and tall, his soft white hair reflected a chilling light in the night, making him seem out of place with everything around him, exuding a calmness and serenity.
Lin Wu's ears echoed with the words he had suddenly spoken upon awakening.
Was his recovery incomplete because she had forced him to end his seclusion early?
After a moment's silence, Lin Wu honestly followed after him.
As she approached him, she pulled off the robe intending to return it to him.
Mou Chuan was in front of Lin Wu, yet it seemed as though he had eyes on the back of his head, as his voice suddenly broke the silence.
"Your master will not be cold."
Lin Wu said, "? Who could possibly not be cold?"
