Unlike the city, the night sky in the mountains was not marred by light pollution. The full moon had broken through the clouds, lighting up the skies. Under such a dreamlike atmosphere, Song Qingchun heard Su Zhinian's voice drifted through the speaker. "You're outside the car?"
"Yes." Song Qingchun assumed he had asked that because he'd heard her footsteps on the asphalt.
"Isn't it cold?" His attention was distracted by driving, so the question sounded more like an afterthought than an actual concern. Even so, to Song Qingchun's ears, they sounded mellifluous; she believed only this man would be able to make an afterthought sound so touching.
With the phone raised to her ears, Song Qingchun looked up into the glittering night sky and breathed out her reply. "A bit…"
It was actually quite cold, or else she wouldn't have been pacing around, trying to get some warmth back into her limbs.
