The moment Ji Nuan staggered forward, her heart sank. She subconsciously raised her arm to seek support. However, at the thought that Mo Jingshen was the person standing before her, her arms immediately froze mid-raise.
As she was about to fall forward, unexpectedly, a firm grip tightened around her arm. She was firmly held up before she could fall.
The originally appropriate distance between them was abruptly shortened. A distinct scent entered her space; it was strong, unfamiliar, yet strangely nostalgic!
Ji Nuan's originally composed expression turned stiff for a moment. She raised her head to meet the man's ink-black gaze. The man's firm grip around her arm emitted a familiar warmth; it also caused goosebumps to rise throughout her body. She instinctively rushed to step back.