Gu Jinli did not hear the sound of hooves and called out to him, "Why have you stopped? Hurry up and go."
She was always urging him to go, yet she kept saying that she would wait for him.
He understood what she meant and knew that he should ride away at this moment, but he didn't.
Qin San Lang dismounted, walked through the thick mist, and approached her again, boldly taking her hand to warm it: "It's a bit cold, you should go inside first. I'll leave after you enter."
Previously, Gu Jinli had not wanted to make him sad, so she said she would wait for his return. Now she felt a little timid and did not want to be too clingy, so she said, "Mm, I'll be going home first."
She tugged at her hand, but surprisingly, she couldn't pull it back.
She looked up and glared at him, "What are you trying to do?"
Qin San Lang looked at her and smiled, "It's cold, I'm warming your hand."
Gu Jinli's face turned red: "...My hands are very warm."
