Su Zhinian's fingers froze. After about two seconds, he responded with a faded "Hmm."
He understood that she was trying to mark the separation between them; this was what he wanted, but in the end, it still hurt him.
Su Zhinian slowly pulled back his hand. He was about to help her with the back door, but before he could do that, Song Qingchun patted the snow off her body and climbed into the car on her own.
Su Zhinian stood outside the door for a moment before walking around the front of the car to get back into the driver's seat. After he put on the seatbelt, he snuck a glance at Song Qingchun in the rear-view mirror.
When he got out from the car earlier, he did not turn off the ignition. The snow that had gathered on Song Qingchun's hair melted with a speed observable to the naked eye.
He leaned over toward the passenger seat to pull open the compartment. He pulled out a clean white towel from within and handed it to Song Qingchun.
