After Liu Changzhu left, there were only Wang Chen and Liu Yiqian left here.
Unconsciously, the time had already reached half past nine.
The chess and card room upstairs was still brightly lit, occasionally bursting with noise.
The street grew increasingly deserted, and aside from the streetlights, almost everything else had been swallowed by the night.
Autumn had arrived.
The weather became even cooler.
As the breeze came, Wang Chen couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Just as he was about to button up his collar, a coat was draped over him.
A bit of warmth came through, making Wang Chen feel much more comfortable.
Turning his head, he saw that not only had Liu Yiqian draped a coat over him, but she'd also brought him a cup of steaming hot water.
"It's getting cold, you have to keep warm," she said.
An ordinary coat, a cup of plain warm water, a very common expression of concern.
To others, all of this might seem unremarkable, even mundane.