Upon seeing Qi Yue approach in just a single layer of clothing, her cloak having disappeared, Zhao Xiyan's brow furrowed. He turned back to retrieve a turquoise cloak from inside the carriage and walked over to meet her.
"Cold?"
"Not so bad," Qi Yue said, tucking in her fingertips.
The tail end of autumn in Donggao was still a bit chilly.
Zhao Xiyan, without a word, wrapped the cloak around her and then took her hands to warm them before leading her towards the carriage.
Noticing his displeasure, Qi Yue remained silent, curling up like a kitten in Zhao Xiyan's embrace, her body moving with the swaying of the carriage.
The man ultimately sighed deeply and held her tighter, calling out softly.
"Yueyue."
"Hmm?"
"You need to learn to take care of yourself."
This came out of nowhere, sounding strange. Qi Yue, feeling mischievous for no reason, looked up with a smile and asked.
"Why, you're not going to take care of me anymore, planning to let me wander the Martial World alone?"
