The late night sky still held a touch of desolation. An Ning felt a bit cold, so Xiao Zimo took off his jacket and gave it to her, holding her small hand, leading her for a walk along the corner of the road.
Xiao Zimo said, "I've only taken walks like this back in university. It's been a long time since then."
An Ning tilted her head, "You're not that old. You should have graduated from university not too long ago, right?"
"I only studied in university for one year. Then I went to the military academy and have been in the army for six years."
"Soldier boy?"
"Do you have a fondness for soldiers?"
"It seems all women have a fondness for soldiers, right?"
"True." Xiao Zimo was very narcissistic, "If all soldiers were as handsome as me, every woman would have a fondness for soldiers."
"Dream on."
An Ning didn't expect Xiao Zimo to be so glib.
Then, thinking of something, she gently asked, "Did you fall in love back in university?"
