The winter night in the provincial city is cold, but there's no cold wind.
Zhao Meimei huddled her neck, inserting her hands into Shi Yang's pockets as the two of them walked side by side on the sidewalk covered with untouched snow, taking their time to stroll away.
Shi Yang grasped Zhao Meimei's hand inside the pocket, gently kneading her fingertips and palm.
While walking, Zhao Meimei turned her head to look around. Under the night sky, the city lights were just coming on, a large new shopping supermarket had opened around the apartment complex, with a fairly spacious small square built at the entrance, bustling with pedestrians.
Zhao Meimei looked around and asked, "Brother, when did this new supermarket open?"
Shi Yang said, "It officially opened last month... Hey! Taxi!"
Just as Shi Yang raised his hand, a group of people surged from the side, beating them to the taxi.
Shi Yang was amused with anger, "What kind of people!"
