The white shirt sets off the sharp lines of Jin Yanchen''s face more clearly. Her strong upper body muscles are tight. Her tie has long been torn off and thrown to one side. She stretches out a powerful, trembling palm and carefully covers Ruan Xihan''s face. She pulls away her hair on both sides of her cheek and completely covers the small face


    but her cheek is cold, without any temperature, as if she can''t warm it, just like her scarred heart