Can I Hold Your Hand?

Song Yaoyao felt that Huo Yunque was a little different tonight.

For example...

He was particularly agreeable.

They got out of their car at the pedestrian shopping street. The sky was heavy with snow and the surrounding commercial buildings stood tall. Countless lights gathered together like a sea of stars. On this snowy Christmas night, it was a lot more prosperous and romantic than during the day.

The girl jogged after the tall man in front of her and tugged on the corner of his shirt.

"Gege, can I hold your hand?" she asked.

She wanted to be just like couples from the past.

There was snow on their shoulders and hair.

In the cold wind, all one had to do was open their mouth and mist could be seen puffing out.

Song Yaoyao shrunk back her neck. All of a sudden, her hand warmed up as a big hand held onto hers.

She lifted her gaze happily and saw the man's broad back and windswept black hair.