Su Jia opened the car door, only to have a jacket thrown at her face.
In a low, angry voice, Lu Yanhe ordered, "Put it on!"
She looked up and saw him frowning deeply, his face full of impatience.
"I'm not even cold," she muttered under her breath but obediently took his jacket and put it on.
It seemed to still retain his warmth.
After a moment of silence, Su Jia suddenly brought up the past, "Yanhe, do you remember when we went to see a movie and ended up locked outside school?"
It seemed even colder then than it is today.
Lu Yanhe paused but didn't respond.
Su Jia talked to herself for a bit, not feeling awkward, as if lost in the clouds.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with complexity.
Heh, he thought she had long forgotten about those things.
She didn't intend to drift off for too long and quickly snapped back, opening the convenience bag she had brought with her.
