Cold Fury 3

He had never felt this awful before. His throat constricted and before his mind could process, his body had stepped forward and brought her whole body to his embrace, hugging her so tightly that he wished he could blend them into one.

Ouyang Xueqing softly gasped when she realized who it was. "M—Master?" Even her voice was laced with sadness and disbelief. Her whole body was ice cold and he grabbed both her palms, blowing hot air onto them, rubbed them with his for quite a while before bringing them inside his robes. His warm skin shuddered at the touch of her cold skin but he still didn't cower. It didn't take for long for her palm to warm up.

She peered up at her face, sobbing gently. "Master…?" Her voice was so helpless as if she couldn't bring herself to believe that he would come back for her.