At the beginning of December in Xiangshan City, it was already bitterly cold. The bare branches along the roads shrank and shivered with the cold wind, adding even more desolation to this little place on the Yu Bei Plain.
The car bumped along the road, and the cold wind howled in through the door gaps. Even Luo Ye, with her excellent physical condition, couldn't help but shrink her neck.
Ye Xuan tightened his arm around her, his eyes full of distress. He had already wrapped all his clothes around her, but the cold wind blowing in was truly bone-chilling.
Luo Ye smiled awkwardly: "I'm fine, it's just that when the wind blows in, I instinctively want to shrink. Actually, I'm not cold."
Ye Xuan smiled wryly and explained: "Xiangshan City is a poor place. The City Government only has seven cars in total—one van and six cars, all equipped from the late 90s.
