"I know."
She was too lazy to fuss with him, and snatched the scissors right out of his hand.
Why should she harm herself when everything was fine?
She had no inclination for self-harm.
"Sang Yan!"
Qi Wuya felt a pang in his heart as she grabbed the scissors, and he screamed in fright.
He was genuinely worried about her, fearful that she might do something foolish.
In another's case, Sang Yan might have been moved by such concern, but with him, her heart was as hard as stone.
"Why are you shrieking like a ghost?"
She took the scissors and went to look for the fabric.
Qi Wuya watched her with the scissors, highly tense, following closely with wary eyes.
Sang Yan ignored his behavior, pulled a dress from the wardrobe, cut a long, slender strip from the hem, and was about to tie it around the snowman's neck.
But the room was too warm.
Delayed until now, the snowman had almost completely melted.
"It's all your fault! Look! My snowman is almost gone!"
