"Phew—! Nice and warm now!"
Lin Lu's chilly little hands were being held by Cheng Zhu.
But obviously, he couldn't just walk around holding both of her ice-cold hands; that would be way too weird.
So, Lin Lu's right hand was tucked into the pocket of her own coat.
Yes, the pockets of the coat were clearly there to provide warmth.
In fact, Lin Lu even had a pair of gloves stashed in her bag.
This girl, prone to coldness and exceptionally fearful of the chill, always came prepared during the winter season.
In reality, Cheng Zhu had noticed the gloves inside her bag when she had reached for a hand warmer.
But he chose not to point it out.
"No need for gloves when my hands are undoubtedly warmer," Cheng Zhu thought to himself.
So there they were, each wearing a red Christmas hat, strolling aimlessly through the streets of Hang City and watching the snowflakes falling from the sky.
Because they were holding hands, he could sense Lin Lu's visible delight.
