The cool breeze was refreshing.
Song Wei tightly held Wen Wan's hand as they weaved through the bustling night market.
Wen Wan followed closely beside him, the cold wind brushing against her cheeks, her left hand wrapped securely in his right, the warmth of his palm heating the back of her hand.
The warmth in the details moved people.
Nearby, someone seemed to cast an envious glance, it was a woman running a wonton stall, her voice drifted over with the wind, "Ah, what a loving couple."
Wen Wan shyly lowered her head, a sweet smile, sticky like honey, on her lips.
Song Wei stopped in front of a silver building and looked back at her, "Let's go in here."
Wen Wan looked up, the lighting was a bit dim, and she couldn't recognize the characters on the signboard, so she couldn't guess what kind of place this was. It wasn't until they went inside that she saw it was a jewelry store.
