Since that night, the relationship between Meng Shuqing and An Bai suddenly grew much closer.
Although they hadn't broken through the final layer of their relationship, the way they interacted was already akin to that of a couple, unbeknownst to them.
No, An Bai was very aware, it was like the slow simmering of a frog in warm water, gradually entering Meng Shuqing's heart.
The cold winter had arrived, and the first heavy snowfall in Beiyang descended gracefully.
The snowflakes, as large as goose feathers, seemed to cover the entire city with a white blanket.
Meng Shuqing grew up in Jing City, so she was already quite accustomed to heavy snow.
"Chenchen."
When An Bai sent the snowy scene to Meng Shuqing, his words were filled with excitement.
Having spent many years abroad, he had seen snow before, but whenever he saw snow, his greatest desire was to build snowmen and have snowball fights with Chenchen.
Especially since there was something he particularly wanted to do.
