Outside, it was pitch black, too dark to see one's hand. A cold wind swept by, making Han Yi's body tremble slightly.
Tingxuan quickly took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her thin shoulders.
"Honey, I'm not cold!"
She looked at him wearing only a white shirt and felt a bit uneasy.
He puffed out his chest, "I'm a man, not afraid of the cold. We'll be fine once we get in the car."
She couldn't argue with him, so she nodded silently, standing in the night and feeling how warm his jacket was, warming her heart.
After getting in the car, she sat quietly, watching the night pass swiftly by the window.
Tingxuan was driving, occasionally turning to gently hold her small hand.
After a long time, she finally spoke, "What happened?"
