Wen Qiao's hair and eyebrows were covered with melting snowflakes. Her nose and cheeks were red from the cold, and her skin was blue and purple from the cold. This time, she curled up in his arms, shivering uncontrollably, her voice trembling: "I've been deceived."
Fu Nanli took her into the car.
"I didn't know your mother was coming. You...you have to believe me."
He had already brought the person into the car, and Fu Nanli said anxiously: "Turn up the heater to the maximum."
Wen Qiao was shivering with cold: "I was deceived. I thought you asked me to come. I didn't know your mother was here. If I knew, I... I definitely wouldn't come. You... You believe me."
Because she was cold and anxious, she explained tremblingly, afraid that he would not believe her.
Fu Nanli's heart ached because his last fuss had frightened her, so much so that she fled from the place where his mother was present despite the freezing weather and wearing only a dress.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Qiao thought he was angry and that he didn't believe her.
"It's true. A gray-haired old man sent a dress to my house and said that it was you who asked me to come to Xiaotangshan. If you don't believe me, you can ask my brother."
He held her in his arms, gently stroking her cold arms to warm them up, and said softly, "I believe it, Qiao'er, I believe it."
Wen Qiao trembled slightly in his arms.
"I didn't let you see them because I thought you didn't have anything in common with them. Qiao'er, it's freezing cold and snowing outside. Even if my mother is here, there's no need for you to flee in a hurry. You don't need to do this."
Or maybe she was frightened by his seriousness last time.
Wen Qiao's tone was still self-blaming: "Why didn't I see anything wrong? You never sent me a dress to attend any event. You always went to pick me up directly."
She was too careless.
His big hand gently stroked her back: "Don't do this again in the future. It's okay to meet my mother in this kind of occasion. What's more, I'm still here, so don't blame yourself."
Wen Qiao sneezed, followed by a series of sneezes.
After being frozen for forty minutes, when she thought she was going to become the next 'Little Match Girl', Fu Nanli appeared.
He always shows up so promptly.
But she still couldn't resist catching a cold.
"Is it still cold?"
The skin she touched was still cold, and her whole body was like an ice cube, and it took a long time for her to warm up.
"Where are we going now, sir?"
"To my apartment."
He kept rubbing her skin. When they reached the foot of the mountain and passed a milk tea shop, he asked Lao Hu to get off the car and buy her a cup of hot drink. He fed her a few sips of it, and Wen Qiao felt a little more alive.
The car sped along and stopped at the foot of his apartment building. The snowflakes became heavier. He carried her out of the car. Wen Qiao's posture was a little stiff: "I... I can walk by myself."
My heels are rubbed a little by the high heels, but it doesn't affect my walking.
But he insisted on carrying her upstairs.
There was a fireplace in his apartment, which was usually not used, but it came in handy at this moment. He turned on the floor heating, carried the person to the double sofa in front of the fireplace, wrapped the person tightly with a thick blanket, and lit the wood in the fireplace. His movements were less slow and more anxious.
The fire in the fireplace quickly became brighter, and Wen Qiao felt the warmth coming towards her. Fu Nanli put the matchbox aside, touched her face, and then touched her hand: "Sit down."
Turning around and going to the kitchen, Wen Qiao saw him busy through the transparent sliding door of the kitchen.
After a while he came back and said, "I've made some ginger tea. It'll take about half an hour to make. Drink it later."
Wen Qiao hugged the blanket in front of him and nodded: "Yeah."
Fu Nanli sat down next to her and held her hand, which finally felt a little bit of human body temperature.
He lowered his eyes and saw a glaring red on her heel, and grabbed her ankle.
"What's going on here?"
Wen Qiao's throat was hoarse and he couldn't help coughing twice: "It was caused by my high heels."
It was snowing outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The pot in the kitchen was bubbling with ginger tea. In front of the fireplace, Fu Nanli brought out the medicine box, held her ankle, and helped her apply some iodine.
The pain made her shrink back instinctively. Fu Nanli held her ankle tightly and said, "Don't move."
"When you saw my mother there, you should have called me immediately instead of rushing into the snow in just one layer of clothing. Don't do this again in the future, okay?"
My heart still aches until now.
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