Lu Han took Tang Su to the quieter back alley of the ancient street, where there were fewer people and not many small traders selling their wares.
Hand in hand, the pair walked comfortably along the long corridor beside the stream.
This season outside could be quite chilly, but the coldest days hadn't arrived yet, so it was still okay.
Tang Su wore a cute rabbit hat and wrapped her face in a scarf, revealing only her bright, twinkling eyes.
Lu Han held her hand and tucked it into the pocket of his coat.
Feeling Lu Han's warmth, Tang Su's hand was no longer so cold.
The two enjoyed their quiet world for two.
Today, Lu Han didn't make any intimate moves that would make Tang Su uncomfortable.
At the end of the corridor was a pavilion, which was filled with art students engrossed in sketching, bustling with people yet tranquil.
Some elderly men and women who had come for a walk surrounded them, quietly observing the sketching of the ancient street's back alley.
