Bo Yan lowered his head, and Xia Siyu's eyes blinked at him, but she just smiled with her eyes without leaning in for a kiss.
She knew how unwise it would be to take off the mask in such a crowd. Although impulsive, this guy was learning to restrain himself, simply holding Bo Yan's hand and giving it a tight squeeze, as if to convey an attitude.
Bo Yan held her hand even tighter, and the two embraced more closely. The cold December wind did not affect them at all; rather, it seemed that because of their embrace, all the difficulties and dangers could not bring them down.
