Running into him even in this remote and poverty-stricken place, her karmic ties with him were indeed deep.
Though Ye Ranran's complexion had improved significantly, the sickly pallor on her face was still faintly discernible. Huo Yi had always known that her health wasn't great.
During winter, her body was always as cold as an icicle.
Back in school, her favorite thing was to slip her hand into his pocket and rest her head on his chest, saying that this way, she could absorb his warmth.
He later consulted a doctor, who confirmed that this was characteristic of someone with a cold constitution and suggested that she needed to take good care of herself.
"Are you sick?" The tone was questioning, but the words were assertive.
"Hmm, what brought you here?" Ye Ranran, not wanting to continue that topic, awkwardly changed the subjuect.
A hint of happiness flashed across Huo Yi's face: "Are you worried about me?"