Jiang Yao had initially intended to ignore Lu Xingzhi, but when she turned around and saw his head covered in snow, her heart ached for him.
As she walked toward Lu Xingzhi, her feet moved faster than she intended. Her hands were more straightforward than her thoughts as she reached out to brush the snow on his hat. "It is snowing so heavily outside; can't you use an umbrella before venturing outside?"
Even a runaway like her was aware of the need to carry an umbrella. How could that individual be unaware of it?
The snow was thick and chilly. How was he not frozen?