The heavy snow kept falling until midnight before stopping. The next morning, Chi Jingxuan and Qin Yuji went downstairs and out the door, and what met their eyes was a vast expanse of white.
The pine tree in front of the door was still green, but only the treetop and sparse pine branches could be seen, completely covered by the snow.
"The first snow is already this heavy; it seems next year will be a good one..."
As she spoke softly, Qin Yuji shivered a little, fearing the cold.
As she spoke, a mist escaped her mouth, and when she closed her mouth, she felt her face was wet, even colder and biting. Qin Yuji looked pitifully at Chi Jingxuan, "How about we skip the morning walk today?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the teasingly amused gaze of Chi Jingxuan.
