Lu Huai'an, who is ambitious and commanding in the business world, is completing the other half of the snowman.
His expression is calm, his movements fluid and natural, as if he has done this many times before.
There is not a hint of incongruity.
The servant brought over Lin Chu's childhood scarf and hat, found a carrot in the kitchen, and the dried tree branches were picked up from the roadside outside.
The formed snowman is looking at Lin Chu, also smiling.
Lu Huai'an stands in the snow, looking at Lin Chu, with snow falling on his shoulders and in his short black hair, and Lin Chu's reflection is mirrored in his deep eyes.
Later, Lin Chu thought, if she had a superpower to stop time, she would use it on this snowy night.
The two people she loves most are here.
Her heart has not yet become barren and old.
Everything still maintains its beautiful appearance.
But superpowers exist only in fairy tales, and every minute and second she is experiencing now cannot be held onto.
