From the way he acted, Gu Ning could tell he must have frequented the rooftop over the past two days and was already familiar with it.
Gusts of cold wind blew in. Gu Ning took a deep breath of the frigid, fresh air and tightened the scarf around her neck.
She had thought Vine was going to take her out, not up to the rooftop.
"Cold?" Vine asked, looking down at her.
Gu Ning glanced at his short-sleeved shirt. "...Not cold," she said.
'Another day of envying the Beastman constitution.'
It was a brilliantly sunny day.
The afternoon sun shone brightly, casting a layer of brilliant golden light over the snow. Gu Ning stepped into the warmth, and despite the chilly wind, she could feel the sun's gentle heat on her skin.
Seeing that no one was around except for Vine and a gleeful Cook rolling in the snow, Gu Ning couldn't resist pulling down her mask to feel the rare sunlight on her face.
