Until their foreheads touched, the distance between the two of them was less than an inch.
Their breaths intertwined, light and shallow.
The wind was a bit cold, and instinctively, Ying Zijin rolled closer into his embrace, resting against his chest.
Fu Yunshen held her even tighter.
He chuckled softly, his voice warm and spreading slowly in the wind.
"Good night, kid."
He held her as he escorted her up the stairs, only putting her down when they reached the door.
Wen Fengmian had been waiting at home all along, and as soon as he heard the doorbell, he hurried to open the door.
Fu Yunshen steadied Ying Zijin's shoulders and nodded slightly: "Uncle."
"This child," Wen Fengmian sighed, clearly worried, "truly doesn't give peace of mind."
Luckily, it was Fu Yunshen who came to pick her up; if it had been someone else, with her sleeping like this, she might very well have been sold off one of these days.