Chapter 37
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"I can't do this..." Jiang Li said, holding the hoodie he was wearing even tighter around himself, his fingers curling into the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. They were standing near the hospital, the air so cold that every breath they took turned into white smoke curling faintly from their lips before disappearing into the winter air.
The streets were covered in a thick layer of snow, untouched in some places and trampled in others, and it was still falling—soft, quiet, almost peaceful. Christmas was close. The decorations strung across nearby buildings glowed faintly, their warmth contrasting the cold that seeped into Jiang Li's bones.
Luo Xin, who stood beside him, sighed softly before stepping closer. She reached out and gently took his hands into hers, her touch warm despite the freezing weather, grounding him just enough to keep him from slipping further.
