Kitten, Help Me Keep Warm

Nan Zhi initially thought that Mu Sihan would get angry and get to the end of the matter. However, she did not expect for him to return the button to her after he stared at it for a while.

His silence was almost unnerving.

Not wanting to lose it, Nan Zhi put the button back in her bag properly. She noticed that the man leaning against the wall had a strange expression when she turned her head.

His handsome face looked a little pale.

Nan Zhi sniffed the air. There seemed to be the faint scent of blood permeating in the air apart from the smell of burning wood.

"Young Master Mu, are you injured?"

Mu Sihan's dense eyelashes were drooped as they blocked his pair of dark black eyes. His thin lips were slightly pursed under his well-defined nose. It seemed like he did not have any energy left to speak, as he merely shook his head.