Bai Zhi sat on the bed and saw a large terrace outside his room, then got out of bed, pulled open the floor-to-ceiling window, and walked out.
Duan Xingzhi could only shake his head helplessly at her lack of awareness of her physical condition, and then followed her, pulling her back inside.
"Why are you standing outside in such cold weather?"
Bai Zhi sat on the bed, letting him help warm her feet, "I like the terrace, it feels like a particularly romantic place."
"You like it?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you refuse to move over and live with me? Don't I also have a terrace?"
"It's not the same." Bai Zhi withdrew her feet, "Liking is liking, it's a different matter anyway."
"Xiao Bai, just how far is your heart from me?"
"What's far or close about it." Bai Zhi withdrew her feet again.
