Huo Chenxi felt as if a mischievous hand was holding the softest feathers in the world, scratching at his heart. A warmth spread through his body, like walking barefoot in the desert of August, with a shimmering spring just ahead, making him desperate to rush forward and quench his thirst.,Her drunken, enraged foster father lashed out with his whip, savagely beating her and her foster mother.,He felt a slight chill on his fingertips and looked down to see that he had somehow grabbed the hand of the person next to him.。