Both of them followed the surging crowd slowly into the department store.
Even during the daytime, the store's lighting remained intensely bright, with the glass display windows and clean marble floors reflecting a plethora of incandescent light, which was quite dazzling.
Cold air "whooshed" from all directions, and the red strips over the central air-conditioning vents flapped loudly.
If the average flow of people had been just a little smaller, one might have associated the temperature with that of a mortuary's basement; however, owing to the exceedingly crowded surroundings, the excessive cold air became rather well-adjusted.
Everywhere they looked, there was a shoulder-to-shoulder crowd.
To avoid being scattered by the crowd, although they did not hold hands, they instinctively kept close to each other.
Xu Xiangyang, shoulder to shoulder with Zhu Qingyue, felt he could sense her warmth through the thin fabric of her dress.
