When Teacher Zhao's poetry gathering finally ended, the sun had already set in the west.
As soon as Feng Suyun and her sister stepped out, a servant with a lantern carefully lit the road ahead, guiding the sisters to the carriage.
Though it wasn't Yu Xiaolian's first night walk back in ancient times, she'd never encountered such a dark night before.
The pitch-black sky hid the moon and stars, "Looks like it's going to snow tomorrow."
Su Jingchen extended his sleeve to Yu Xiaolian, "Scared? Pull on the sleeve!"
Yu Xiaolian gave a sly smile, "Pulling a sleeve makes my hands cold!"
Su Jingchen hesitated slightly, his face turning red, "Otherwise… shall I hold your hand?"
Yu Xiaolian placed her little hand into Su Jingchen's big hand, chuckling, "That sounds perfect."
Su Jingchen felt his heart pounding rapidly, even making his walk somewhat awkward and clumsy.
Yu Xiaolian, feeling as excited as a cat who'd secretly eaten fish, laughed in the darkness.
"Your hand is so warm!"
