The night wind blew coolly, and the tall grass on the mountain path concealed the shadows of two people. The fragrance of Belle Epoque wafted in the wind.
Cathy quietly lay on Julian's back, which felt as cold as his hands. She was still wrapped in his coat and didn't feel the slightest chill.
They remained silent.
Julian carried Cathy for 10 miles. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Cathy reached out to touch his forehead.
As soon as she touched his forehead, Julian suddenly became annoyed, "What are you doing?"
Cathy withdrew her hand and calmly said, "I wanted to see if you were sweating. Shouldn't we take a break?"
Julian shook his head stiffly and said, "I'm not tired."
Cathy glanced back and whispered, "Even if you're not tired, let's take a rest. We should pour half
