The man smiled gently and walked over to sit next to Xia Nuan. Then he took a cup of water and handed it to her.

“Yes, you are still alive.” Overlapping his legs, the man rested one hand on the chair, and tucked Xia Nuan’s quilt softly with the other. His eyes were gentle and warm, but when he looked at someone, the coldness in his eyes couldn’t be underestimated.

Xia Nuan felt that she was familiar with the man. She might have seen him on TV before, but she ...