Lu Yuanfeng escorted Mu Shuangshuang back to the third branch.
The north wind howled, and the cold wind felt like an ice blade, painfully striking the face.
With the night temperature low and such a large movement of people in the village, the snow on the ground, stepped on by so many, had turned into ice.
Every step felt like walking on an iceberg, cold and hard.
Mu Shuangshuang shivered, just about to cover her face, when Lu Yuanfeng suddenly placed his hand on her shoulder, trying his best to protect Shuangshuang, afraid she might freeze.
"Still cold?" Lu Yuanfeng asked.
Lu Yuanfeng's voice, in the cold night, carried a warmth that penetrated Mu Shuangshuang's heart, which was infiltrated by the cold.
She shook her head, softly saying, "Not cold!"
Mu Shuangshuang's back leaned against Lu Yuanfeng's chest, she could even hear the thumping of his heartbeat.
Along the way, neither of them spoke, both cherishing this brief moment together.
