Like sunlight falling on your body in the depths of midwinter snow.
Shen You'an's heart was pounding wildly, and she thought it was probably because she'd just run too fast.
Liu Runxi smiled and used a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead. "What were you running in such a rush for?"
"I was afraid of keeping you waiting."
"It's fine to wait a little longer."
Shen You'an gave him a once‑over. "You clearly ran here too, so why aren't you flushed or out of breath? Have you been secretly working out?"
Liu Runxi shook his head, smiling. "It's cold outside, let's go into the café first."
Actually, his heart was racing too; he was just very good at enduring it.
"Wait."
Shen You'an had only taken two steps when Liu Runxi called her back.
Liu Runxi took a disposable mask out of his coat pocket, tore open the packaging, and lowered his head to put it on Shen You'an.
