"I'll count to three."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became serious.

"One, two."

Tide looked up at him. His left hand was still stubbornly hanging in front of her. The wind of the cold winter wax moon was cold, and her eyes fell on his knuckles that were white from the cold, and the irresistible feeling of distress spread. She remembered that the hand that belonged to him had saved her from danger, and had given her the safest temperature.

Her right hand faltered in the warm pocket, but she handed it over in time when Jiang Qi said the last number.

Huge temperature drop stinging ......

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