The night was dark.
He was standing under a street lamp, and the light rays reflected on his tall figure as if forming a faint halo around him.
He seemed to glow in the crowd.
Qiao Mianmian saw that he was holding a red electric heater.
Mo Yesi wasn't afraid of the cold.
He had prepared it for her.
Qiao Mianmian couldn't help but smile when she saw the hand warmer. Her heart felt as sweet as honey.
She walked towards Mo Yesi.
As if sensing something, the man who was looking elsewhere suddenly turned around and locked his dark eyes on her. His originally cold and distant gaze instantly turned gentle and pampering.
Before Qiao Mianmian reached Mo Yesi, he quickly walked towards her.
His legs were long, and his steps were long. He soon arrived in front of her.
The hand warmer he was holding was stuffed into Qiao Mianmian's hand.
Following that, Qiao Mianmian was enveloped in a warm and safe embrace.
