Sitting on a bench in the park, Zhao Tian's fingers continued to caress her delicate black hair, her hand wrapped around his shoulders while leaning on him for emotional support.
"Have you calmed down?"
Zhao Tian felt a nod on his chest and Ning Zuiye spoke in a faint voice, "I just... remembered my mother and elder sister Zhilan."
"My sister died protecting me that day."
Zhao Tian didn't know how to respond and continued patting her head to comfort her. A while later, she retracted her face from his chest and let out a soft breath controlling her emotions.
Zhao Tian raised his hand, gently wiping away the small tears in her eyes. A flick of water elemental appeared in his palm and he delicately washed her face and the dried tears.
Next, a faint gust of hot wind appeared from his palm drying her face.
E-Eh? Ning Zuiye was dumbfounded seeing this "How did you do that? Tian... water, then hot air? Even my mom and sister couldn't do that."