These days, Shen City felt increasingly like winter, and inside the wooden cabin without heating, the cold could stiffen one's entire body.
Over the weekend, Chi Yue happened to be free, and Qiao Dongyang didn't go out either, the two of them stayed in the quietude of the cabin, and it almost felt like a mistaken sensation of spending the rest of their lives together.
Chi Yue hadn't had such leisure in a long time, so she took a stroll around the vegetable patch.
Breath turned into frost—the cold.
Her hands were freezing, so she went back to the house to make two cups of coffee and brought them to the tea room.
Qiao Dongyang was in there by himself.
The window was open, letting the cold wind in, chilling the room, but he seemed oblivious to it, staring out at the ripples on the pond, lost in thought.
