This situation continued until Christmas Eve.
When they arrived at the agreed location, they found Wen Zhaonian standing next to a Christmas tree, waiting for them.
It had already snowed in Z City in December.
Some of the falling snowflakes landed on his shoulders.
The colorful lights hanging on the Christmas tree cast a hazy, beautiful glow, making his skin, visible through his black scarf, appear even paler.
He looked towards them in the light, and his clear eyes softened instantly.
Li Tangyan shrank her neck and buried her face halfway into the scarf of the same color.
Looking at those familiar eyes and brows, I unconsciously sniffed, feeling a little wistful.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Lost in thought, Wen Zhaonian had already walked up to her.
"Your hair has grown?"
His well-defined knuckles lightly brushed through her hair, and the shadow cast on her body, as he raised his hand, gave the illusion that he was about to envelop her entirely in his arms.
Li Tangyan lowered her head again, her hands resting on her scarf, and her voice came out with a slightly muffled tone: "Mm."
Under my gaze, I could see that the tips of her ears were slightly red, and I couldn't tell whether it was from the cold or something else.
Without her noticing, her light-colored lips lifted slightly.
The hair that his knuckles touched was soft and smooth, and in just a moment, Wen Zhaonian moved his palm and gently rubbed it again.
Her clear voice carried a hint of tenderness with the laugh that escaped her throat: "It's quite beautiful."
"..."
A light, fleeting sentence brushed past my ear on the wind.
Li Tangyan's face flushed.
With a loud bang, it felt like fireworks exploded in my mind.
She stood there, her eyes slightly open, staring blankly into those dark eyes, seemingly unable to process what was happening.
Seeing this, Wen Zhaonian simply smiled.
Before Li Tangyan could react, the hand that had been withdrawn had already taken hers.
The two walked side by side as snowflakes, like goose feathers, fluttered down.
With each step, several shallow footprints were left on the neat stone slabs.
Suddenly, a familiar figure was easily spotted the moment someone looked up.
Immediately, Wen Zhaonian felt the softness in his palm suddenly tighten.
He looked in the direction Li Tangyan pointed and soon saw people walking in the same direction.
Despite the cold weather, Lu Chuan was only wearing a simple denim jacket.
He was holding a cigarette in his hand, and when you got close, he smelled strongly of smoke.
His youthful appearance now looks somewhat out of place due to the stubble growing on his chin.
He glanced at the two of them, and only opened his mouth when his gaze met Wen Zhaonian's in mid-air.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, and there was an unknown weariness in her words: "Are you free? Let's chat?"
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