Xu Yisen's voice was gentle like an elegant melody at a pianist's fingertips, accompanying the cold wind that blew into Munni's ears, and softly drifted into her heart, flowing like a warm current.
She leaned against Xu Yisen's embrace with a smile, not continuing to answer.
The winter sunlight was just the right temperature, though the cold wind was somewhat biting, fortunately I have you, whom I love, by my side to shield the wind for me.
Because Xu Yisen's body was still a little weak, Munni didn't make him sit and face the wind on the rooftop for too long.
Before long, as the wind became increasingly biting, she raised her head and reminded, "The wind is picking up, let's go back to the room."
"Okay."
Munni gestured to the bodyguard waiting not far away, who understood and came forward to push Xu Yisen's wheelchair from behind.
"By the way, what's the date today?"
"The twelfth."
