Could it have been an illusion?

The evening breeze carried the scent of freshly lit lanterns and distant street food, filling the quiet streets with a sense of peace. Xu Liangchen and Feng Xiangling walked side by side, their footsteps slow and unhurried. The glow of lanterns bathed the path in a golden hue, flickering softly as they passed.

Feng Xiangling shivered slightly, rubbing her arms for warmth. The night had grown colder than she expected.

Xu Liangchen noticed right away. He frowned, stopping in his tracks. Without a word, he shrugged off his coat and gently placed it over her shoulders.

"Wear this," he said simply, his voice calm but firm.

Feng Xiangling hesitated. She wasn't sure if she was ready to forgive him yet, but as she pulled the coat closer around herself, she felt the lingering warmth from his body. It was comforting.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.