Cheng Songyang had a faint scent of cologne on his body. The smell was mild and it was easy to let down one's guard. It was as gentle and harmless as his appearance. He held Bai Youyou. His voice was gentle as he said, "The ground is cold. Youyou, get up quickly." He paused, then comforted her in a low voice, "I know you feel bad, but you have to take care of your body. If anything happens to you, President Bai and Mrs. Bai will be very sad." His voice seemed to have a strange rhythm. He helped Bai Youyou to sit down, his slender fingers tapping on her knees, as if he was thinking about how to comfort her, but also as if he was expressing something.