Under the night color of January, the snow on the ground hasn't melted yet. Shujun wears a red robe, draped over with a black cloak, carrying a food box in his hand.
"I knew you couldn't sleep, just as well, Haoming and I couldn't either. I prepared some wine and food, how about eating, drinking, and chatting for a while?"
Yixuan nodded slightly.
Shujun exhaled a thin white breath, "It's too cold outside, let's go to my house!"
"Alright."
Peering at Yixuan's bare feet, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
Yixuan chuckled softly, "Wearing shoes on the ground makes noise, I'm worried about waking my wife." Mentioning the one close to his heart, his eyes overflowed with gentle hues.
Shujun looked defeated, "You're silly, you could carry the shoes out and wear them after coming out."
Yixuan was momentarily stunned, he hadn't thought of this.
