The scene shifted, and they had already arrived at the Ski Field. He Xing and Fu Han had changed into their ski gear—matching silver suits, outlined with striking red patterns at the collar, cuffs, back, and chest that shone under the sunlight, ensuring their mountaineering clothes wouldn't blend into the color of the snow.
Fu Han's gaze flitted between herself and He Xing, her beautiful face unable to hide her joy, "He Xing Brother, wouldn't you say our outfits count as couple outfits?"
"Of course, they do," He Xing said, curving a finger to tap on Fu Han's forehead, his starry eyes full of indulgence. "I had these two sets custom-made. Do you like them?"
"I love them," Fu Han nodded emphatically, as if her head were a garlic crusher. "I really love these outfits. Can we take them back with us when we return to the country? I want to keep them as a memento."
