Sheng Tang felt that Gu Shiting had a pure and kind heart, with a sort of innocence about the world.
She really enjoyed being with him.
Gu Shiting asked her, "Are you cold?"
Sheng Tang reached out her hand and held his: "My hands are warm, yours are cold, and you still ask me if I'm cold?"
Her palm was soft and warm.
After holding his hand for a moment, she quickly let go, leaving Gu Shiting feeling like he had lost something and feeling uneasy.
He wished he could hold her hand all the way.
But he remembered, only in kindergarten would boys and girls hold hands all day.
He wasn't a kindergarten child anymore.
He endured the discomfort and gently coughed: "I'm not afraid of the cold! Keeping warm in spring and tolerating the cold in autumn is good for the body."
Sheng Tang chuckled.
The driver drove steadily, and the car headed to the suburbs.
The studio was in the nearby suburbs.
By nine-thirty, they had arrived.
