Jun Wu Xie was very quiet tonight. She followed behind Jun Wu Yao, raised her head slightly, and looked at the back of the tall figure walking before her.
Even in the crowd of people, that person would shield her from the crowd. In this dense place, he would create a peaceful place for her.
In the previous life, Jun Wu Xie had never thought about what happiness was. She never had the luxury of possession. The kind of things that could only be seen in the books had always been strange to her. Out of reach to her.
But now, everything was different.
The warmth from her palm was so real. That hand was strong and hot. Even if there was a storm, it would not loosen, making her feel at ease.