"How romantic..."
This year, Jiang City didn't have any snow.
But several snow machines stretched across World City Square were now ceaselessly casting snow into the air.
"Look! Snow White, Santa Claus, and the little girl selling roses are all gathered together!"
Zhong Ruixi stuffed a small bundle of roses into Lu Jincheng's arms, spun a few circles with her arms outstretched in the snow, and then picked up her phone again to take photos to preserve the moment.
As a northerner, she was naturally no stranger to snowfall; what she was capturing was the romantic atmosphere.
However, snow was historically scarce in Jiang City, with the chance of snowfall being less than 5%. Throngs of youths who had never seen snow excitedly rushed to the vicinity of the snow machines, hopping and skipping amidst the swirling snowflakes.
