Yuanhang stood there, watching Suxin's retreating figure from a distance.
It was Xinxin, his Xinxin, but at this moment, he didn't know how to approach her because he clearly knew the reason she had asked him to come today.
The sky was overcast, and the sea breeze was growing stronger. Although it was already May, it felt a bit cold when it blew on him. Yuanhang saw Suxin hugging herself; she wasn't wearing much today, and she was always sensitive to the cold.
He took a few steps forward, and when he was just a few steps away from Suxin, Yuanhang still stopped in his tracks because he saw the bright red wedding invitation in her hand.
His hands trembled slightly, but seeing Suxin trembling in front of him, Yuanhang decisively took off his own coat.
A wave of warmth surged up his back, and looking down at the suit jacket draped over his shoulders, Suxin suddenly turned around.
"Yuanhang!" she said, her lips curving into a smile, a hint of it blooming at the corners of her mouth.
