He pulled aside the curtain and only relaxed when he truly saw Nan Xi.
He was scared to death, his body had been drenched in cold sweat just moments ago, fearing that she had really disappeared.
"Why are you sitting here?" he approached and asked softly.
Nan Xi was still sitting on the windowsill, quietly, without speaking.
She leaned against the wall, her dark eyes fixed on the round moon in the sky, no longer having much strength in her body.
Moreover, she didn't want to talk to him at all.
Only then did Lu Jianshen notice that her clothes were very thinly worn, and when the wind blew, the fabric fluttered, offering no resistance to the chill.
He touched her and was even more startled, her body was extremely cold, almost without any warmth, just like a piece of ice.
Without hesitating any longer, Lu Jianshen bent down, picked her up, and then placed her on the bed, covering her with a quilt.
