Zhao Chun stood outside the yard for a long time. The heavy snow, like goose feathers, poured down on him like raindrops, piling atop his body.
"Achoo—" Feeling chilled to the bone, he raised his hand to rub his itchy nose and shook off the snow clinging to him.
Tian Sangsang stood at the doorway, her pregnant belly obvious: "Why don't you come in? You're about to turn into a snowman."
And wasn't he just that—a snowman. Snow covered his hair, his face, his shoulders, his coat, his pants, and even his shoes.
She was dressed in a snow-white turtleneck sweater, a roomy white down jacket. She looked like a snowball herself.
It was precisely this stark whiteness that set off her vivid allure—the jet-black short hair, striking and captivating.
Zhao Chun lowered his head briefly. When he raised it again, his gaze was calm and shallow.
Inside the house, he behaved as usual, taking a seat on the sofa to warm himself by the fire.
