C35 A Touch of Warmth!

Qiao An looked up at him, her face streaked with tears, her nose and eyes still red. Yet, his words had transformed her mood from somber to bright as a clear sky.

"Really?" She blinked for confirmation.

A tear slid from her long lashes, landing on Huo Chengzhou's hand.

Scalding.

It reminded her of the night she pleaded with him to send a voice message to Qiao Xue