It wasn't so much comfort or advice as it was a simple reminder.
Mo Shangjun didn't make a sound as she put on his coat.
Even with a jacket underneath, Ya Tianxing's clothes were still a size too large for her, with her smaller stature and frame, they hung loose and baggy on her.
Mo Shangjun didn't button up, leaving the coat open as she pushed the car door open and stepped out.
Seated back in his place, Ya Tianxing started the car and, through the window, watched Mo Shangjun walk towards the roadside for a while.
Her slender figure was wrapped in the coat, only her head and feet visible, standing out with a unique presence.
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The street was rather lively.
There were shops, restaurants, clothing stores, and more. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, many businesses had their doors open.
An Chen was pushing a wheelchair out from a restaurant, with his mother, An Ya, who had been paralyzed in her legs for two years, sitting in it.
