Mo Ziyin walked to her side with a light beat and gently held her shoulders. A silky touch appeared in her hand, mixed with the faint warmth of Shen Jingli. Shen Jingli looked up and saw Mo Ziyin's dark brown eyes seemed to have a kind of magic pulling her deep down.
Shen Jingli seemed to be possessed and followed Mo Ziyin out of the tent.
The early spring weather was still a little chilly. Just as she stepped out of the tent, a gust of cold wind blew and Shen Jingli could not help but shudder. Mo Ziyin took over the silver-white cape on her shoulder and carefully tied it up. The wide cape made her look even thinner and smaller, causing people to be unable to help but take pity on her.
Mo Ziyin held the big hand on Shen Jingli's shoulder more tightly, as if it would float away if they w
