The streetlights had just flickered on, and the light fell upon her, as soft as a veil.
Jiang Sifan glanced at her, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Let's go," he said.
The two of them walked side-by-side toward the back gate of the university.
The streets were bustling and filled with Christmas decorations, a sea of red and green. "Jingle Bells" played from storefronts, the melody drifting down the road.
Young couples strolled past them hand in hand, the girls holding beautifully wrapped apples and smiling so wide their eyes curved into crescents.
Jiang Sifan stole a glance at Wen Wan.
She walked with her head down, her cheeks flushed. He didn't know if it was from the wind or something else.
He suddenly wanted to take her hand.
But it was just a thought.
A Christmas tree stood at the entrance of the Western-style restaurant, covered in twinkling little lights and bells.
