“Okay, hurry on home.”

Having said that, Stanley braced the snow and walked swiftly to the roadside. The streetlights elongated his shadow. Watching him go, Xyla immediately felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

Taking off the coat, she quickly chased after him and stuffed it into his hands. “Put this on. I’m not cold. Why don’t I send you back? There’s no need to trouble your friend.”

“My friend will be here soon,” he said as he prepared to drape the coat over her shoulders again.

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