After crossing the river, Xie Qingci bent down slightly, and Yu Xia swiftly slid off to take down the big backpack hanging on his chest.
"Put on your shoes first, here, tissues, quickly dry off, the water's cold, isn't it?"
The softness behind him moved away, Xie Qingci looked down and sat on the ground, saying, "It's okay."
Having been teased by her all the way, keeping his cool was an achievement in itself—who had the mind to think about whether the water was cold or not.
Upon hearing him, Yu Xia nodded reassuringly, "Then I'll go see which path we can take up, you put your shoes on first."
After speaking, she walked forward, responsibly scouting the path along the riverbank.
This was a typical example of someone not easily swayed by emotions; if others said it wasn't cold, she genuinely believed it wasn't cold, making it impossible for one to segue into another topic—she would've been the epitome of old-fashioned rigidity in ancient times.
