Xu Moyan knew that he was worried about her, but when she saw how the drizzle was slowly wetting his shirt, she could not help but reach over and touch it. "Aren't you cold?"
"No," Wei Zilin said. In the light drizzle, his clear and warm voice was like plumes of Jiangnan smoke, a little misty, a little moist from the wet air. It was just like the time when Qi Shaofeng first arrived in Jiangnan.
The two of them stopped in front of the Tianjin pancake stall and ordered two pancakes.
Wei Zilin initially wanted to buy four, but Xu Moyan stopped him. "Don't you want to eat anything else?"
Wei Zilin looked around him. The aroma of deep-frying oil permeated the air, and there was the fragrance of wonton soup too. "True, I do want to try as many things as possible."
