C269 Acacia Chinensis

Murong Xun stood in the biting cold wind, crying and cursing Ye Xuan in a low voice, secretly hating herself for not being able to let go of such feelings.

Suddenly, a slender arm extended over, and handed over a warm and wet cloth. Murong Xun's heart trembled, and looked at Soong Minhao.

She quickly took the wet towel and wiped the tears off her face. She sniffed and said gratefully