Chapter 1385: The Meaning of the Tattoo (Part Eleven)

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The winds were strong in the capital city for the past two days, and the haze as well.

From experience, hailing a ride at the South entrance was difficult. So Su Yue headed straight towards the main entrance.

She tucked her hands into her pink woolen jacket. She retracted her neck and pulled her clothes tighter around herself, bowing her head as she strode forward.

As she walked, she was thinking about what to give Ming Ansheng as a surprise.

Just for this, she never contacted him since she got back.

Ming Ansheng should be at work. So she would have the entire day to prepare.

That was sufficient.

But what should she prepare?

The only thing she could come up with was a candlelit dinner. Although it seemed old-fas.h.i.+oned, it would pleasantly surprise Uncle Ming if she prepared everything herself. He would love it.

So, it was settled then.

Su Yue imagined his face of shock when he came home from work to see the candlelit dinner she had prepared. She smiled sweetly.

A cold gust of wind blew and she lifted her head.

Her smile stiffened when she saw a couple walking towards her. The handsome and cheery boy was smiling warmly.

Like the warm sun s.h.i.+ning through the haze.

The girl beside him was wearing a deep blue woolen sweater, with a champagne red scarf around her neck. Her hair reached her waist and she was carrying a few books, exuding an air of elegance that of a gentlewoman.

Graceful and demure.

A mixture of emotions filled Su Yue as she watched them.

She halted in her steps before continuing her walk.

“Let’s go together the day after tomorrow.”

The girl lifted her head to look at the boy beside her but he stared forward, giving no reaction. She frowned in confusion. “Jiao Chen…?”

She then followed his gaze.

Shock filled her face when she saw Su Yue. Her bright eyes lost some initial sparkle.

They were walking towards each other and they finally came face to face.

Jiao Chen loved the color white. He was wearing a white down coat and had his hands tucked into the pockets of his black jersey shorts.

He plainly stared at Su Yue, his lips pressed together and not saying a word.

Su Yue looked at him. “Jiaojiao.”

Her gaze fell on the girl standing beside him. She remembered addressing him as Jiaojiao earlier, and she hurriedly opened her mouth to explain herself.

Jiao Chen suddenly spoke. “Why are you wearing so little?”

He frowned and stared at her clothes, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

“Is it little?” Su Yue asked. The tip of her nose and her face had already turned red from the cold. She sniffed and rubbed her nose, mucus flowing. She flashed an embarra.s.sed smile. “I’m fine. It’s not cold.”

She didn’t expect it to be so cold when she left the house earlier that day.

All she could think about was dressing up for Uncle Ming.

When she alighted from the car earlier, she still felt fine. But now, it seemed exceptionally cold.

Jiao Chen laughed, revealing his perfect white teeth. His voice was affectionate as he teased, “Do you have enough fats to withstand this weather that’s below zero degrees?”

The warmest temperature that day was below zero degrees.

“I’m less susceptible to cold,” Su Yue smiled and said. She then added, “You’re heading back to the dormitory?”

Jiao Chen nodded. “I came from the counselor’s.”