Yun Bixue looked at the jacket draped all over her and then at how Xie Limo was clad only in a shirt. She felt apologetic and said, "You'll feel cold that way."
"I'm fine, but you're weak. You cannot fall sick."
Yun Bixue insisted on making Xie Limo wear his jacket.
She was still rather excited. Looking at the sky, she welcomed the cold winds and asked, "Limo, shall we run home together?"
"Run?"
"Yes, I haven't run in a long time. When I was in university, I ranked first in my class for running!"
"A skilled man would never discuss his former glories."
Displeased, Yun Bixue answered, "Even though I haven't practiced in many years, I'm still pretty fast."
Xie Limo looked at her hair that had been messed up by the wind and chuckled, "Your hair will cover your eyes when you run later."
Yun Bixue used her fingers to comb her hair back and then took out a hair tie from her pocket. She pulled her hair into a ponytail.