"He said we can prepare our own outfits that we like. It's best if mine is black and yours is white."
"Let's just prepare them ourselves."
...
In the evening, Xu Mohan placed a thick insulator on the ice. He set a fire pan on top and lit a fire.
The two of them roasted barbecue over the fire, their faces glowing red in the light, eyes bright and sparkling like stars.
Jun Xiangyi always dreamt of a life like this, no matter where she went, the person she loved was by her side.
"Are the chicken wings spicy enough?"
"Yes, delicious," Jun Xiangyi replied, her lips glossy with oil. "I like spicy food; it has a kick."
"Slow down," Xu Mohan said, not eating much himself. He was in charge of grilling, and she just enjoyed eating.
After everything was grilled, he had a few bites. They also opened a bottle of red wine, sitting in the cold, truly enjoying themselves.
