Late at night, on a bleak street.
In weather this frigid, Tang Jing, an only child who had grown up in the city, would normally be lounging in her bedroom with underfloor heating, holding an iPad and binge-watching shows, enjoying good food, and gossiping with her friend Meng Ziyun.
Instead of wandering the streets with country bumpkin Huang Yuzhu like she was now.
Tang Jing tightened her scarf. It was a bright red scarf Huang Yuzhu's mother had specially knitted for her to thank her.
For Huang Yuzhu's mother's birthday some time ago, Tang Jing had bought a set of cosmetics and given it to Huang Yuzhu.
The scarf's design was very plain, and Tang Jing had originally looked down on it. Yet after wearing it for several days, she had gotten used to it. It even began to look rather pleasing to the eye—much like Huang Yuzhu did now.
Huang Yuzhu wore a bulky cotton-padded coat, forming a stark contrast with Tang Jing's white down jacket.
White down jackets got dirty easily, but Tang Jing's family had a Siemens Dryer worth over ten thousand yuan, so cleaning was never a concern.
Tang Jing tightened her scarf and asked appraisingly, "Hey, Huang Yuzhu, do you remember where you parked that piece-of-junk car of yours?"
Huang Yuzhu grinned confidently. "Don't worry. It won't get lost."
Tang Jing waved a hand dismissively, her tone full of disdain. "Forget it, I'm not riding in that junk car of yours anyway. It's not far, so I'll just count it as exercise!"
Huang Yuzhu only grinned. He knew Tang Jing was kind-hearted; she just had a vicious mouth.
The two strolled beneath the shadows cast by streetlamps. A faint, warm orange glow enveloped them, softening the bite of the cold wind.
Huang Yuzhu said, "The