A large palm suddenly put a coat around her shoulders, enveloping her in a blanket of warmth.
Qin Zhuzhu didn't need to look behind to know who it was.
Shentu Jing.
That familiar imposing presence, the way the air shifted whenever he was beside her, his steady rhythmic breathing, the warm feel off his large palms were enough to tell her who he was.
Qin Zhuzhu felt a weight on her head but didn't think much of it. She was lost in her own world of endless what ifs and worries.
The man patted the girl's small head lovingly.
It'll be okay, he softly. Qin Zhuzhu slowly turned to look at him, eyes watery and slightly red.
She sniffed back a sob, taking a deep breath, finally releasing that breath as if it was the hardest thing to do.
"S-shentu Jing, I'm really worried! What if, what if..." The girl's small body shook and she broke out into sobs.
Shentu Jing pulled her into a hug and one large palm caressed her smooth hair.
"It'll be okay. I'm here. I'll stand by you,"
