Early in the morning, Zhang Guoqing was holding Zhou Jiao's hand, and the couple wrapped in layers like balls slowly made their way to the supply point.
"February spring breeze is like scissors"—this is scarier than scissors. The wind blowing on the exposed skin feels painful, and when you can't feel the pain anymore, that's really dangerous.
Zhang Guoqing helplessly protected his wife, his eyes constantly watching her. He feared she might slip accidentally. Normally, he wouldn't want her going out before nine. Who would've thought she insisted they face difficulties together as a couple? With the temperature varying greatly between day and night, he genuinely wasn't keen on her going out.
"Jiao Jiao, watch the road, don't walk under the eaves, it's dangerous!"
"Don't uncover your scarf. And don't secretly take off your gloves either."
