Anaya looked up and saw Hearst standing silhouetted against the sun in front of her.
As usual, Hearst was cold and handsome.
Anaya remembered her current sorry state, looked down, slowly moved, and hid her upper body behind the short shrubs.
Her voice was a little muffled. "You got the wrong person."
Hearst laughed. He stepped into the green belt, grabbed Anaya's wrist, and lifted her up.
Anaya felt a blur in front of her eyes before falling into Hearst's warm arms.
Anaya's nostrils were filled with the scent of the herbs she was familiar with.
In the past, Anaya resisted Hearst's closeness, but today, she did not push him away immediately.
She asked, "Why do you always have the smell of medicine on you?"
"I need to take medicine to nourish my body." Hearst pulled Anaya out and helped her steady herself. Then, he took out a phone from his pocket. "This is your phone."