The gentle snow continued to fall, dusting Zhao Tian's white hair with a faint shimmer of white.
Ji Shuang watched him as she watched his face, the falling snow matching his beautiful hair color.
Then, impulsively, she reached down, scooped a handful of soft snow, and, with a playful glint in her eyes, flung it right at his face.
Pfft!
The snow splattered across Zhao Tian's cheek, and he froze, blinking slowly as a clump of snow hung from his jaw like a lopsided beard.
Ji Shuang immediately pressed her hand to her mouth, stifling her laughter, but her laughter broke out and she stumbled back a few steps, grinning cheekily.
"Hahahaha..."
Zhao Tian slowly wiped the snow off "Oh? So that's how you want to play it?"
Before she could react, he bent down, gathering a handful of snow.
She spun on her heel, trying to flee, but Zhao Tian lobbed the snowball with perfect aim, catching her square on the back.
