The fog gradually spread out, and the orange-yellow streetlights seemed to be veiled in a layer of gauze, their light softened and dimmed.
Gu Tao and Xin Chen sat on the railing by the bridge and watched animated films for two or three hours. Xin Chen was fine, but Gu Tao was so cold that he could hardly bear it. If it weren't for the middle-aged man in uniform who had come up to deliver two boxes of food earlier, Gu Tao might have had to put on his armor.
"Give me the sausage." Gu Tao snatched the sausage from Xin Chen's lunch box, then put the mushrooms into Xin Chen's box, "Mushrooms for you."
"Why don't you give me the beef?" Xin Chen stared longingly at the chunk of beef in Gu Tao's bowl. Although it wasn't of the same caliber as what Weiwei made, in such conditions, the beef was truly tempting, "You ate such a large piece this evening."
