They didn't realize snowflakes had started to drift down from the sky until they left the auditorium, coating the ground with a layer like powdered sugar.
"Slow down, don't run."
Su Yuncheng held on to Lin Nianhe, worried that the snow might conceal ice and cause her to slip.
Instinctively, he enveloped her small hand with his large one, keeping at bay the bitter cold.
Lin Nianhe put his hand with hers into his coat pocket, then looked at him with a smile, "This way, neither of us will be cold."
Snowflakes landed on the tip of her nose, turning to droplets in an instant, slightly chilly.
Su Yuncheng wiped away that bit of moisture, taking steps toward home with Lin Nianhe at a leisurely pace.
His steps were not quick, fitting neatly with Lin Nianhe's usual walking speed.
The commotion of the auditorium was left behind them, as well as the two people at the door—
"I don't know about others, but if my sister was taken away by someone, I'd definitely smash them."
