The station during the Spring Festival travel period was so crowded it made people dizzy. Wu Ling and her boyfriend Gong Xin Zhi exited the station, each letting out a long sigh of relief.
By now, it was already late at night, and the temperature in Yun City had dropped to minus four or five degrees. The night wind hit them harshly, and despite being wrapped in coats, both shivered.
"How are we getting home?" Gong Xin Zhi rubbed his hands and sighed, "Lingling, if not for you, I'd be home enjoying the warm air right now."
"You know how it is in Qing City, even though the temperatures are similar, the cold feels different compared to this place."
Wu Ling was puzzled, "Qing City is right next to Yun City, how could the cold be different... Oh, my phone is ringing."
She took out her phone and saw several missed calls and messages—
The calls were from Wu Lei, so she hurriedly picked up.
