The wind on a cold winter's night carried an incredibly chilling coldness—slicing diagonally, it made one's face ache. Suddenly stepping out from the warm room, huddled around the brazier, one would immediately shiver vigorously.
As Hua Xiaomai stepped out of the restaurant, she involuntarily shivered, withdrew her hands into her sleeves, and unconsciously quickened her steps, all while thinking only of hurrying home to comfortably burrow into her bed covers.
Meng Yuhuai followed her, frowning unconsciously, and after hurrying a few steps to catch up to her, he grabbed her arm.
"Slow down, your feet have been swelling so badly recently. It's dark and you could trip."
Hua Xiaomai ignored him, but indeed slowed down her pace.
"Still angry?" Meng Yuhuai shook his head helplessly, "Didn't I tell you? That day I misspoke without thinking, and I regretted it afterward. Do you really intend to keep holding on to that one mistake of mine and never let it go?"
