After finishing his words, he lifted his foot and coldly walked past Yang Danning.
He opened the door and entered the room.
Yang Danning's eyes, blurry with tears, watched as the door closed again, and suddenly the corners of her mouth hooked up into a sinister smile.
...
The snow had been falling for several days, large and small flakes, without any pause.
The weather had been gloomy throughout.
Ji Anning wore the white down jacket bought for her by Ji Chicheng, with two little ears on the hood. She stood in the snowfield with it on her head, looking like an adorable snowman.
She gazed at the snowflakes drifting down from the sky, her nose and the corners of her eyes turned red by the cold wind, the snowflakes melting quickly as they landed in her eyes, moistening them.
They had agreed to go back when the snow stopped, but this year, city C had faced a snow disaster that only occurred once in decades.
