As if, with just those few words, Yoon Seoyul would turn, unfasten Cheon Areum's jacket from his shoulders, and drape it around hers instead. And more than that, she was wearing at least three layers more than anyone here—how could she be colder than them?
"Do you want my jacket?"
Cheon Areum offered saintlily. Yoon Seoyul and he moved at an unhurried pace, their steps slightly awkward as they stayed close, arms still wrapped around each other in a loose embrace. Walking together like that wasn't the most practical, but Lee Nari matched their pace with heels tapping the pavement as she walked just beside Cheon Areum, never more than a step away, like a shadow that refused to fall behind.
"That would be nice. But wouldn't you be cold then?"
"I wasn't planning on giving it to you anyway. I was just asking."
