Die?
Shen Cheng looked at him, inexplicably lifting the corners of her lips, smiling so radiantly.
Six years ago, hadn't she already died once? What did death mean to her now?
For some reason, even though it was the peak of the summer, she suddenly felt a bit cold.
Her body continuously shivered, and her teeth lightly chattered.
Feeling her body temperature drop, Shi Yu raised his sword eyebrows and swiftly carried her into the car.
Once in the car, he took off his coat and wrapped it around Shen Cheng, coldly instructing the driver, "Drive faster."
The speed of the car suddenly soared.
Leaning against the car window, Shen Cheng felt her head becoming heavy.
In her groggy state, the only sensation she felt was coldness…
She tightly grasped her arms, rubbing them back and forth, trying to warm herself this way.
At that moment, a warm hand was placed on her shoulder, he forcefully pulled her into his embrace, tightly encircling her.