Her chest rose and fell slightly as she spoke, and despite her best efforts to calm her breathing, she still gasped for air, showing just how desperately she had been traveling.
She even lacked the strength to stand, which is why she bumped into the doorframe with a thud.
Not wishing to let Xiao Hen see her in such a disheveled state, she sat with feigned indifference on the hard threshold, leaning against the cold corner of the wall, unaware that her fatigue was already evident on her face.
Even so, when she looked at him, her eyes still shone with light.
The wind and snow raged through the world, and the cold howled fiercely.
Xiao Hen's heart felt as if it was filled with a burning wave of heat, his blood rushing wildly as he held his breath.
He looked at her in disbelief, her disheveled figure clearly reflected in his deep eyes.