Gong Xize's face was a sheet of ice-cold metal, which felt like touching the face of a robot, very smooth yet very cold.
"What's with your face?" she asked in panic.
"It's just a mask..." he said nonchalantly.
"Why are you wearing a mask?"
He was silent for a long time before gently letting go of her hand, "To give Little Fish a sense of mystery!"
"Then, are you injured? That fire was so big..."
"What about my mom and dad? Are they still alive?"
"Where am I now?"
She had many questions, but no matter how wide she opened her eyes, what she saw remained a blur.
"You should rest well, don't think too much about other things. Let's talk in more detail after a couple more days, okay?"
"Yeah, okay!"
She lay down at ease, turned her face, and could feel the warm light enveloping her front, along with a faint fragrance of flowers wafting in.
It was the scent of jasmine flowers, was it already midsummer?