The owner of that clothing is Leng Yan.
She secretly lifted a corner to look at him, because when he threw the clothes to her, he was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt underneath. Fortunately, it had a hood, so his head was protected, but his arms did not escape unscathed, with several stings.
When the danger was over, she could finally see him clearly.
His hair was dark and straight, and his well-defined features were like they were carved by a knife, yet they carried a hint of melancholy.
His tall stature forced her to look up; his eyes with double eyelids were as enchanting and captivating as the peach blossoms blooming in the mountains.
Along with his kind gesture earlier, Wen Nuan's heart was completely captured at that moment.
She always had some medicine in her bag, so after thanking him, she quickly took it out for him, but because she was too focused on looking at him, she accidentally twisted her foot again.
"I'm Nuannuan, what about you?"
