But when he saw Alice Robinson standing alone in front of the window, lost in thought, he realized that the day's events were far from over.
He gently closed the door behind him and walked over, resting his head on her shoulder and embracing her from behind, "Would you be willing to go to the place I've carefully prepared for us?"
His face was warm as it pressed against hers, but her face was cold.
When he took her hand, he found her hand was like ice, so he quickly retreated from the embrace and held her hands tightly, softly asking, "Why is your body so cold?"
She looked at him calmly, her dry lips opening with difficulty, "My body has always been like this." No matter the season, her hands and feet were always cold, something he had never paid attention to.
He rubbed her hands and chided her, "The weather's cold, yet you don't know to wear more clothes?" Saying that, he took off his blazer and draped it over her shoulders.
