Wen Zhi heard the sound of something falling to the ground and turned around instinctively.
She noticed that it was the coat she had worn from Red River Bank, which had tumbled out of the car and landed on the ground, presumably making a crisp sound as the button hit the pavement.
Wen Zhi turned back to pick up the coat, but Shang Hexing grabbed her wrist, "No need to pick it up, just let the driver throw it away."
Wen Zhi stared at her wrist, his palm as dry as ever, "It would be a pity to throw it away."
Shang Hexing instead asked her, "Does the clothing fit?"
Wen Zhi recalled the loose feeling of the coat on her, and shook her head, "It doesn't fit."
Shang Hexing said, "Then it's not a pity."
Everything that was unsuitable for oneself was not a pity to lose. That was the rationale, so Wen Zhi did not argue. She just withdrew her hand from Shang Hexing's and turned to go in first.
