Snowflakes scattered and hung on Qu Chaozong, their pure white color so beautiful that one couldn't look away.
"Are you just starting to like me? Didn't you say before that you already loved me?" Qu Chaozong laughed.
When he smiled, it seemed as if even the cold winter night began to warm up.
Zhang Xin couldn't help but smile along, and with that smile, it felt like something melted, bringing them closer together.
Zhang Xin coughed and blurted out: "Chaozi... I'm serious, I do seem to like you now."
Zhang Xin's gaze was earnest: "Consider giving me a chance."
Qu Chaozong stared at her for a moment and asked, "Got a cigarette? Give me one."
Zhang Xin handed one over, and Qu Chaozong lit it up. He had a very cool way of smoking, pinching it with his thumb and forefinger and bringing it slantwise to his mouth to inhale.
