Below zero, the snow is thick. Even though it's daytime, it feels as though everything is covered with a grayish haze. The light is dim, and there aren't any bright colors. Everyone walking on the road is dressed warmly, making it hard to see their faces.
Zhou Yun sat in the coffee shop where the indoor heating fogged up the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She just felt that this view, oh, it's really cold.
Zheng Xiaojue and Liu Yun sat opposite her; since they had nothing to do, they were both glued to their phones—ah, no, Liu Yun was using an e-reader to read.
Liu Yun has always been quite a quiet and life-loving girl. Zhou Yun has known her for a long time. She's much more reserved than Zheng Xiaojue, not as boisterous as the latter.
In the beginning, Liu Yun didn't really like reading. Seeing Zhou Yun and Zheng Xiaojue always reading made her curious, so she asked Zhou Yun to recommend some books.
Zhou Yun said she mostly read crime mystery novels.
