Feng Nu, with her cheeks flushed, gazed up at the sky. The strong sensation of another person being so close to her for the first time in her life was steadily stirring her delicate body, yet she didn't know why she didn't feel any aversion to it. Nian Bing was gone, and a pervasive sense of loss invaded her heart.
"Mao Mao, come in, we should get going," said Feng Nu, opening the door. Hearing her call, Mao Mao came in from outside. However, her usual liveliness was replaced by a wooden expression. As Feng Nu was about to pack her things and leave, she suddenly felt something was wrong. She walked over to Mao Mao, and looking at her puzzled expression, asked, "Mao Mao, are you okay?"