The sky gradually darkened as the dreamy sunset and evening glow were slowly enveloped by the black night sky.
Song Jinze, holding the woman in his arms, whispered softly, "It's getting late, I'll take you down the mountain, and by now you must be hungry."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded, "Okay."
She peeked out from his embrace, looking at the surroundings as they dimmed, and with the cold wind blowing through the mountains, she couldn't help but shiver. It was so cold.
Song Jinze noticed that Ye Zhenzhen seemed to be cold, so he quickly took a small blanket out of his backpack and draped it over her.
Ye Zhenzhen showed a surprised expression, not expecting the man to be so attentive to even bring this.
Wrapped in the blanket, she felt much warmer. "It's getting darker and darker. We won't get lost going down later, will we?"
