C142 Head for the Warmth

For a split-second, Mu Yan Chen felt that the surroundings were frighteningly cold.

The wall clock's second hand was still ticking away, and the sound of it crackling in the middle of the night made people panic.

He was tall and dark, with his arms on the back of the sofa, and he suddenly remembered the look in her eyes when she went out, how thin she had been, how badly injured, barefoot