The streetlights had been on for a while.
Large, thick snowflakes fell on the embracing pair. Perhaps because she had been waiting for so long, Han Wenwen's hair was already dusted with white.
Lin Zhengran asked with his usual puzzlement, "What are you doing now?"
But this time, Han Wenwen's hands clutched his clothes tightly, her face buried in his chest. "I thought you weren't coming, Zhengran."
Her voice was different from usual, thick with choked-up emotion.
Lin Zhengran knew about her childhood and instantly understood. He took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her away from his chest.
He was met with the sight of Han Wenwen's reddish, fox-like eyes staring at him, full of reluctance to let go.
Lin Zhengran let out a long breath. "I've never broken a promise in my life. Besides, even if you were waiting for me, couldn't you have just waited at home? It's not like your room doesn't have a window."
