Xu Chunliang: "The thing you promised me?"
Mei Ru Xue replied evasively, "It's snowing!"
Xu Chunliang looked up and indeed felt a slight chill fall on his face. The snow was not heavy; to be precise, it was just starting to snow with tiny salt-like particles.
Mei Ru Xue surprisingly poured herself a cup of wine into her small teacup and took a sip, wanting to bolster her courage this way.
In the past, she had never been afraid of giving reports in front of the entire town, but in front of Xu Chunliang, she was actually a bit timid. Mei Ru Xue realized that his shadow had successfully imprinted itself on her heart.
