Yan Song draped a coat over her, and Yun Ya was wrapped up like a dumpling, being led out of the airport by Yan Song.
The Capital City was really too cold, feeling like even a breath could freeze. Yun Ya had already put on thermal underwear in advance, but still felt cold. The cold wind swept through her limbs and bones, making her want to turn around and head back to Jiangzhou.
Damn, it's freezing.
Yan Song felt sorry for her and wrapped her tightly in his arms, blowing warm air into her hands, "Northern weather is like this, not as warm as the South, but every household has heating, it'll be fine once we're home."
Yan Song held her close and quickly walked out of the airport hall, both wrapped up like dumplings. The airport was crowded, yet no one paid attention to them.
They got into an SUV by the roadside, and the car gradually drove away from the airport boulevard.
