Fu Nancheng carried Qiao Mo on his back, walking a long way, encountering a few couples strolling by the seaside along the way.
Qiao Mo tightened her grip around him, clinging closely to his back, worried about accidentally exposing herself.
After all, she was only wearing a nightgown, soaked by the sea water, and even with his coat draped over her, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Fortunately, the few passersby only glanced curiously without any excessive words or actions.
After another ten minutes or so, Qiao Mo, leaning against his back, began to feel a bit sleepy.
The bleak autumn wind was exceptionally cold, yet his back felt unusually solid and warm.
Qiao Mo was cold, hungry, and extremely fatigued.
She couldn't help but remember that from morning till now, he hadn't eaten anything, and last night... he seemed to have stayed awake the entire night.
"Mr. Fu."
Qiao Mo spoke softly. Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow.
