At this moment, the two of them had reached the bus stop.
There weren't many people waiting, and in the biting cold, there was a definite shiver in the air.
From a distance, a melodious song faintly drifted over, apparently the one sung at the Spring Festival Gala, {The Beauty of Spring}. It was a mystery which merchant was so swift to already have it playing on a tape recorder.
Or perhaps it had already been there before.
Gu Qiaoqiao shrank further into her scarf.
This reminded Qin Yize of the dappled little squirrel he had seen in the snowy nest in the Northern Border City.
It also seemed to shrink back into the snow drifts in the same way.
Only a pair of shiny big eyes was visible.
And now, with most of her face covered, it was hard to tell what Gu Qiaoqiao was thinking.
But he knew that Gu Qiaoqiao was keeping many things from him.
This realization brought a hint of displeasure to his heart.