"Cold, so cold."
This was the last thought lingering in Chen Mo's mind before he fell into unconsciousness.
He knew nothing of what happened afterwards.
He had no idea how much time had passed before he felt warmth in his body, and some consciousness returned. He found himself in a dark place, isolated and cold. No matter which direction he walked in the darkness, the piercing cold clung to him, impossible to shake off.
Suddenly, he sensed a wisp of warmth approaching him.
Acting on instinct, Chen Mo embraced the warmth without a second thought.
Yet this didn't relieve the cold in him.
Chen Mo hugged the warmth even tighter, as if trying to infuse it into his own body.
In the cave, flames flickered.
Zuoqiu Yiren watched Chen Mo curled up by the fire, uttering only that he was cold, and decided to check on him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she touched him, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
And the hold only grew stronger.
