C112 The Tree Wants to be Quiet but the Wind Does Not Stop

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It was already around 10pm when they bid farewell to Ning Nan's mother and great-uncle.

On a night in early spring, the temperature was very low. The cold wind whizzed through the gaps in our clothes...

"It's so cold!" I couldn't help but shiver, hugging Ning Nan tightly.

"Why is your hand so cold? "Come, let me cover for you."

His large hand closed around mine