It was still Lu Xiao's black, long down jacket, with a hat, a scarf, and her little hands tucked into the sleeves, held by Lu Xiao and stuffed into his coat pocket.
The two of them strolled just like locals, looking like the most ordinary couple.
Wen Xian especially liked this feeling—no flashlights, no one chasing after her.
Being able to walk on the streets openly with the person she loved, experiencing this worldly hustle and bustle, what could be more satisfying?
Even though this place was very unfamiliar to her, as long as Lu Xiao was there, everything became familiar and reassuring.
The cabin was nearly finished now, just lacking a fireplace. Everything had to be sorted out before Lu Xiao was planning to let her move back in.
"Hungry, right? I'll take you to eat a local breakfast,"
Lu Xiao said, holding her small hand.
