After a long pause, a man's voice came through, "Go to sleep."
An Ge's heart twisted even more fiercely, but the intense heartache was fleeting, disappearing almost immediately.
The next day, she woke up very early.
Outside the window was a dazzling white; everything in sight was covered in a blanket of white.
This sudden snowfall seemed to have buried the pain of losing her closest loved ones entirely, leaving her heart devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
"Awake?"
A husky male voice reached her ear.
An Ge was startled at first, then softly replied, "Did I wake you?"
The man opened his eyes. He probably hadn't slept well, as his eyes were heavily bloodshot.
His hand rested on her waist, pulling her out of her quilt and into his.
Her body was almost devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to the scorching heat emanating from his bed.
Huo Shaoyan hugged her tightly, his brows furrowed, "Why are you so cold?"
An Ge replied, "The quilt is thin."