Ghost stepped out of the warm bar into a snowstorm, muttering under his breath, "Damn weather." The cold wind cut through him like a knife against exposed skin. He lowered his head and quickened his pace, only to bump into someone. You are wrapped up tightly all over, only your eyes visible, with an umbrella in your hand，you smiled and asked, "wanna share an umbrella?" Your gaze scanned his tightly crossed arms. "Are you cold?" He mumbled, "I've never been warm." "Then we must be kindred spirits," you replied with a faint smile.