Zhen Yu stood up and intended to let go of Han Mingyue's hand immediately, but he held it firmly. Han Mingyue frowned at the tint of green appearing in the snow and said in a deep voice, "You just stepped on some glass shards! Hold onto me tightly! Be careful not to fall again."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yu looked at him and followed his gaze to the fragments of beer bottles on the platform, silently nodding her head.
And so, holding hands, they walked all the way to the Xinhua Bookstore. In the heavy snow, the place was truly deserted.
Upon entering, they saw a laid-back clerk sitting behind the counter at the entrance, listlessly scribbling with a pen on the desk.
After they brushed the snow off of each other, Han Mingyue went ahead into the store, while Zhen Yu stood at the entrance to remove her layers one by one.
"Huh?" Han Mingyue's voice came from the nearby bookshelves, "Xiao Yu, come check out this new book!"
"Coming." Zhen Yu replied indifferently and walked over.
