Xu Qingfan took off his down jacket for Xia Xiaoxiao to wear, turned on the phone's flashlight, and held it up to give her makeup light.
The blush on the girl's face had yet to fade, and against the backdrop of the light, her skin looked icy and translucent, her clothes fresh as clouds.
Xia Xiaoxiao reached into his down jacket pocket and rummaged around; tissues, lipstick, makeup mirror... he had all the accessories.
She gave Xu Qingfan a slightly strange look, looked at herself in the mirror, and said, "Why do you have a mirror in your pocket?"
Xu Qingfan shrugged and didn't answer, he held his hand like a comb to help her tidy her bangs, "Your hair's a bit messy."
Xia Xiaoxiao looked at her flushed face in the mirror and felt a wave of nervousness, uneasiness, and sweetness.
She was about to apply her lipstick when she took a closer look and froze instantly.
