[BGM: Bird's Poem, piano and violin version, and for what follows too.]
"Crunch-"
"Crunch-"
They had only recently gotten out of the car. Footprints sank into the snow at uneven depths, and warm air condensed into white clouds the instant it was exhaled.
They finally reached the red zone marked on the app, though there was no telling how much longer it would be before they saw the aurora.
Wen Yanyu stopped as he looked at the app. Not far away, Fu Zhiyan was getting things from the car, while Fu Hanchuan stopped behind him.
Fine snowflakes drifted down from the sky, carried by the wind. Just before they landed on him, a faintly blue breeze swept over, sending them brushing past without a single flake touching him.
Wen Yanyu's eyelashes stirred, and he rubbed his hands together lightly.
These clothes really do keep me warm.
Wen Yanyu adjusted the scarf hat on his head and turned slightly.
Fu Hanchuan was gazing into the distance, lost in thoughts unknown.
A mischievous impulse suddenly struck Wen Yanyu. He quietly edged closer to Fu Hanchuan and slipped his hand into the man's pocket.
Fu Hanchuan turned to look at him.
Wen Yanyu looked away, at the sky, at the ground, anywhere but at him.
The corners of Fu Hanchuan's mouth lifted slightly, and he slipped his right hand into his pocket.
"Cold?" As Fu Hanchuan spoke, he caught the hand making mischief in his pocket and gently kneaded it, partly out of affection and partly to warm it.
Wen Yanyu shook his head, turned his hand to hold the man's, and interlaced their fingers. Grinning, he replied, "Not anymore."
With their hands clasped, Wen Yanyu moved even closer to the man.
The warm peach scent from his body wafted toward Fu Hanchuan's