Fu Jichen rarely sees her speak to him so seriously, and he immediately gathers his wandering thoughts, pats her arm: "It's cold outside, let's talk in the car."
The temperature is low at night, and her exposed legs might catch a chill.
Shen Jianian grabs his sleeve stubbornly and says, "Let's talk here."
Fu Jichen takes off his suit jacket, still warm from his body, and drapes it over her shoulders. It doesn't fully cover her legs but is warmer than her wearing just a dress: "You speak, I'll listen."
He's wearing a white shirt, appearing particularly thin in the cold wind.
"You..."
This isn't the right place for a conversation. Shen Jianian has just spoken a word when the door is pulled open from the inside, and the light from the main hall spills into the corridor.
Zhou Zhizhen and the others come out, talking and laughing.
"Yo, still haven't left yet, talking about love here." Chen Jinhui laughs.
Fu Jichen turns his head to glance at them, his expression indifferent.
