Although it was not a very high hill, it still had an elevation of a few hundred meters. Coupled with the snow covering the mountain road, Yang Chen didn't dare to walk too fast. Thus, they proceeded with a stop-and-go pace. By the time they reached the top of the mountain, it had been almost two hours.
The mountain top was uneven, a few dozen square meters of land with only a few weeds and moss-covered rocks. The brisk sea breeze whistled through their ears, leaving Mo Qian Ni's ears and nose rosy red from the cold.
Yang Chen affectionately touched her somewhat wind-dried cheek and took off his scarf, intending to put it around her. "I'm not cold; you keep it!" Mo Qian Ni tried to decline.
Yang Chen smiled wryly, "Accept the scarf from a man. Don't you think it's embarrassing for a woman to say she's not cold, making the man lose face?"
"It's just the two of us here," Mo Qian Ni replied.
