He Zhilan was worried about He Teng showing off, so she handed the clothes back to him and asked him to put them back on, "I'm not that cold, I just didn't adapt to the temperature difference between inside and outside all of a sudden. I'll be fine soon! Put it back on, if I have to endure the cold during the New Year and you end up getting sick, it will end up being a laughing stock!"
"I am not you." He responded lightly, and the military coat landed back on He Zhilan, along with one of He Teng's hands, pressing it against her shoulders to keep the coat from sliding off her small frame.
Returning to the guesthouse room, He Zhilan felt revived. It was only then that He Teng retrieved his military coat. As he talked to He Zhilan, he said, "They're making dumplings in the canteen tonight; we should go together. Around that time, probably Gu En will come. There's also a comfort performance by the Art Troupe in the evening, if you're interested, I can take you to join in the fun."
