Just during dinner, the outside became pitch black, the wind kept howling, and the snow was falling heavier and heavier, like torn cotton, slowly drifting.
After dinner, when the two brothers personally escorted their girlfriends home, the outside had turned into a world draped in silver.
On winter nights, pedestrians were scarce. Occasionally, someone would hurriedly return to their warm home, with their necks hunched against the winter wind.
One beam of dim light by the roadside illuminated the two pairs of couples at both ends.
The long-separated couples met with the chill northern wind, making it difficult to converse, but they held hands affectionately, adorning the cold and silent night with warmth.
Ping'an smiled at Qu Shengmei, pulled up her scarf, and hugged her, "Go inside quickly—it's late now. Tomorrow I will visit your parents and then take you to the movies."
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Qu Shengmei hugged his waist, looking up at him, "Good night."
