Ji Yan spoke softly and delicately, as if afraid of disturbing someone.
She wore a purple gradient cardigan, the color deepening from top to bottom, paired with a woolen skirt and tall boots. Although she wore no perfume, there was a faint, elegant scent about her.
"Cry, why are your hands so cold?" Ye Rui touched her fingertips, which were chillingly cold.
"It's too cold outside." She smiled and rubbed her hands together. "Don't call me cry; my name is Ji Yan. What's yours?"
"Ye Rui."
"Do you like flowers? I can smell a faint floral scent on you, can't pinpoint which flower it is, it seems like a mix of different fragrances," Ji Yan pinched her nose, "It smells good."
Ye Rui laughed, "I usually like to mess around with flowers and plants, so that's probably why the scent lingers on me."
"What are you two whispering about?" MIK leaned in, "It must be that beauties never run out of topics to talk about."
"Aren't you also a beauty?"
