Time passed serenely day by day, and soon it was almost December.
Early in the morning, Chen Shouyi found that heavy snow had fallen outside the window, covering the ground in a blanket of silver, like a thick layer of cream. Unnoticed, winter had already arrived.
After washing up, he went downstairs, and soon Chen Xingyue followed.
"Bro, such a heavy snow!" she exclaimed excitedly.
While eating porridge and reading the newspaper, Chen Shouyi replied absentmindedly with a "Hmm." Having seen snow every day in the other world's snowy mountains, he had long grown tired of it.
"Yesterday the principal asked me to invite you to the school's New Year's performance. Are you going?" Chen Xingyue asked.
"I'm not going!" Chen Shouyi replied.
"Then I'll tell the principal." Chen Xingyue wasn't surprised at her brother's response; she had anticipated it.
