Xu Chaomu stood motionless, letting Nie Chenglang support her without any reaction.
Nie Chenglang quickly took off his coat and draped it over her, carrying her quickly toward the hospital!
The snow was falling heavily; he had never thought that he would meet Xu Chaomu again in this place, at this time.
Half a year had gone by, a full six months.
Back then, he hadn't left her any message, thinking they would never see each other again in this lifetime...
Fate really is a wonderful thing.
"Chaomu, hold on a little longer, we're almost at the hospital."
Nie Chenglang hugged her tightly, holding her close in his arms as if afraid the snowflakes would fall on her.
As for him, his hair had quickly turned white.
"Cold..." Halfway there, Xu Chaomu suddenly murmured, her voice extremely weak.
Nie Chenglang's brows furrowed. Why was she alone in Paris? And her clothes were so thin, her body so frail.