When Lin Ruoxi finished speaking and they began their descent from the mountain, more than half an hour had passed. Yang Chen didn't feel much difference, but Lin Ruoxi's nose and cheeks were red from the mountain breeze.
As they walked down the mountain, Yang Chen took off his coat and put it on Lin Ruoxi. She hesitated for a moment but couldn't refuse Yang Chen's kindness. She felt a warmth in her heart but still said softly, "You don't have to. It's just a short walk, I'll be fine."
"If you catch a cold, it'll be too late. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and if you get sick, it'll bring bad luck," Yang Chen insisted.
After they descended the mountain and returned to the car, Lin Ruoxi suddenly remembered something and asked, "You mentioned before that Zhenxiu started studying again?"
"Yes," Yang Chen confirmed, surprised by Lin Ruoxi's inquiry.
Then she asked again, "Is she still living alone?"
