A warm breath washed over her, like sinking into a hot spring in the coldest of seasons, and a gentle warmth bubbled up in her chest.
Yu Zhizhi's eyelashes fluttered as she felt Louis's soft, shallow kiss.
It was a kiss devoid of lust, filled with tender affection, as if to soothe her trembling soul. Her nose tingled, and a single tear slowly traced a path from the corner of her eye.
Louis's fingers gently massaged the back of her neck. Under his comforting touch, the rain-soaked chill in her body and spirit gradually subsided, and she grew calm.
The kiss ended.
Louis held the young woman in his arms. "Sleep," he said. "Get some rest. I'll leave after you've fallen asleep."
Yu Zhizhi nodded lightly.
She was exhausted.
The side hall was sheltered from the wind and rain, and Louis's embrace was so warm.
Yu Zhizhi gradually drifted off to sleep.
