Yun Bixue felt the warmth of Xie Limo's hand and recalled the first time they held hands. Back then, her heart was still cold and desolate, and it was the warmth of his hands that had thawed her heart. It had been more than a year, but she always felt the warmth that he offered.
She was resolute that no matter what happens in the future, she had to become stronger. She promised to herself that she would definitely become a better wife―a wife who would also provide constant warmth for her husband.
Xie Limo held Yun Bixue's hand as they went downstairs. On the stairs, he sensed that something was amiss, so he glanced back and saw Yun Bixue lost in thought. With her head bowed, it was clear that she wasn't paying attention to the path ahead of her. He shook Yun Bixue's hand and asked gently, "What are you thinking about? Look where you're going, okay? You'll fall!"
