After dinner, Zhou Yun walked towards the hotel with Zheng Xiaojue and Cao Jun.
Since it was nearby, Zhou Yun also felt like walking, so she didn't drive.
Snow was falling heavily.
Zheng Xiaojue huddled up, saying, "It's so cold."
"Xiaoju, does it snow every winter where you're from?" Zhou Yun asked.
Zheng Xiaojue shook her head, "When I was young, it used to snow every winter, but in recent years, not so much. When it does, it's just a thin layer."
Zhou Yun looked up, watching the snowflakes falling from the night sky, and said, "If it weren't so cold, snowy nights really look beautiful."
Zheng Xiaojue nodded, saying, "Yeah, I loved it when it snowed as a kid, and I could make snowmen with everyone."
"Xiaoju, take a photo for me," Zhou Yun suddenly said.
Zheng Xiaojue nodded, okay.
So, Zhou Yun struck a 'yeah' pose, the tackiest gesture, but her smile was cute.
