After all, it was winter, and the wind outside was strong, even with the bright sunshine, there was still a bone-chilling cold.
Zhou Jingwei took off his coat and draped it over Cheng Weiyue's shoulders, tightening it before he gave a noncommittal "Hmm."
Cheng Weiyue reached to pull at his sleeve, which had agate-colored cufflinks, and the touch was a bit icy.
"Can we not just yet..." Cheng Weiyue looked at him with begging eyes, her voice soft, "I'm afraid they'll do something drastic to Butterfly, her mood has already been so bad."
Zhou Jingwei looked at the young girl's soft, fair, and delicate face.
He couldn't resist, he pinched her face gently, then said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I have it under control."
Cheng Weiyue said okay.
It started to snow again on the way.
The climate of Jingcheng was becoming more and more unstable, now sunny, now snowing.