Le Yu felt that the calm Che Qin in front of him was even more disconcerting than the one who had pushed him, scolded him, and stormed away from the mall in anger.
Le Yu knew she had made up her mind.
"Qinqin, can you give me another chance?" Le Yu said, disheartened.
"You should go, it's late." Che Qin's eyes reddened, she turned away, back facing him: "There are gloves in the suitcase, wear them."
The gloves had been knitted by her during her lunch break at the gallery, stitch by stitch, because she was afraid his hands would get frostbitten while delivering packages.
But she felt there was no need to say it.
When the door closed again, Le Yu's heart felt lost, hollow inside.
The north wind carried snowflakes, leaving a shallow layer of white on the ground.
Lin Gantang stood in front of the window, watching the snowstorm, and lamented for the unlucky Le Yu for three seconds: "It's the perfect time to cuddle with a partner for warmth, why break up now?"
