On the late autumn road, under the bright streetlights, as the wind blows, the golden leaves on the trees by the roadside gently whirl and dance with the autumn wind, looking utterly beautiful.
He pondered for a long while before turning back to her: "Chi Nuan, do you think I would hit you?"
Chi Nuan met his somewhat bleak eyes, her red lips moved slightly, and she said, "No."
Her answer was very certain.
Yes, deep down, she knew clearly that he couldn't possibly hit her.
All along, it was always her making mistakes, and he had always been indulging her.
A gust of wind blew over, and a chill hit her, making her shiver lightly.
Because it was warm inside with the heater on and the crowd, she was wearing a dress with only a thin shawl draped over; now standing at the roadside in the wind, the chill struck her.
He let out a soft sigh, released her hand, took off his suit jacket, and gently draped it over her shoulders.
