“Junior Shishu, it’s me.” Luo Jinxiao held her hand, surprised by its icy coldness. She tightened her grip, hoping to warm it. Qu Weiyin coughed a few times, finally regaining full consciousness. Her eyes landed on Luo Jinxiao’s face, and she froze. After a moment, she collected herself, her expression carefully neutral. Withdrawing her hand, she said coldly, “Why are…