Pei Huai's hands were not actually cold.
It's unclear whether it was because he had just come out from indoors, or perhaps he was simply not afraid of the cold.
The two of them stood outside, hands exposed to the air, but as time slowly passed, neither of their hands felt cold.
On the contrary, because they had been holding them together, they were even slightly sweaty.
But even so, neither of them spoke about letting go.
After dark, the snow began to fall again.
It wasn't completely dark outside, as the lights were on under the corridor, casting reflections on the snow, making some things still visible.
It's just that now everything was covered by the heavy snow, everything in sight was pure white.
The night was even quieter, you could clearly hear the sound of snow falling.
Unlike the sound of rain, the gentle sound of snowflakes landing was rather pleasant.
Jiang Ran always loved the snow, and loved watching it fall even more.
