Zheng Yunhao was somewhat caught between laughter and tears, "Bai Bai, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Let's try again."
Bai Yiran muttered under her breath, "Had I known skiing was so exhausting, I wouldn't have come."
Before, when she had watched others ski on television, they looked so graceful and agile, some even performing a 360-degree turn in mid-air.
She, on the other hand, had achieved a 180-degree faceplant.
Zheng Yunhao reached out to remove the remaining snow from her temples and her collar, saying, "Let's try one more time. If it still doesn't work, we won't ski anymore, okay?"
His voice was so gentle, as if he were coaxing a child.
Bai Yiran couldn't stay mad, and with Zheng Yunhao's help, she slowly stood up.
Zheng Yunhao stood behind her, holding her hands, "Don't use too much force, just a light push."
Indeed, with that, the skis slid forward a little bit.
Bai Yiran immediately gained confidence, sliding bit by bit.
