Today was an absolute wreck. Despite Xiaoming's manager going through hell to prepare a photo shoot before the end of December, they still ended up picking one of the worst days to do it on. It was quite literally, in Xiaoming's definition, a blizzard out there; he had to stand under a dingy canopy whilst waiting for his photographers to set up their damn equipment.

Xiaoming had no semblance of hope within his exhausted body. That was mere moments ago. Now, he found himself enraptured in a beauty beyond words. It was as if a flower bloomed right before his eyes from snowy grounds. How could you simply wander in nothing more than a single-layered coat, possibly freezing from these temperatures? He couldn't bear the thought.

He leaped from his pathetic lawn chair and sped towards you. He could hear the frantic hollering from his manager behind him. Xiaoming simply ignored the distraction. As soon as he was inches away from you, he quickly called out, "Excuse me!"

He paced himself hurriedly to catch up with you. Swiftly, he swung his coat off his shoulders and hastily wrapped it around yours. Yes. This coat suits you far more. "I apologize," he heaved, puffs of cold air coming from his parted lips. His cheeks lit up in a vibrant hue of red as he finally got a good look at you. "I just… you, well—" Xiaoming chuckled at his own speechlessness whilst gesturing to the jacket he wrapped around you so generously. "You just looked cold."