The snow had been falling for a while now, covering the ground with a layer of white. With snowflakes dancing in the air, a man and a woman strolling in such a scene felt a touch romantic.
He held her hand, tucking it into his large pocket for warmth.
His five fingers slipped through her delicate ones, intertwining tightly, like a button tied securely.
Shen Jiayin had never experienced having her hand held so tightly before, feeling as though her heartbeat was syncing with his, as they say, "fingers linked, hearts connected."
"Shen Jiayin, your pulse is racing."
"Uh—"
This silly child, is "uh" all she knows? Isn't he, isn't he flirting with her right now?
While he was grinding his teeth, awkwardly unsure of how to continue, she finally muttered in a mosquito-like voice:
"Lea, Leader's pulse, is just, just as fast."
