Lin Huanzhu hesitated for a few seconds before finally turning her head to look at Tang Yuanxiao.
Tang Yuanxiao was taken aback.
Lin Huanzhu's eyes were bloodshot. The vibrant energy and crisp, decisive demeanor she had before had completely vanished, replaced by an inexpressible sorrow.
Lin Huanzhu didn't seem to expect Tang Yuanxiao to appear before her.
She froze for a moment before snapping back to her senses, casually wiping her cheek. "Tang Yuanxiao."
'She still remembered this *tangyuan*. Her favorite kind was the black sesame-filled tangyuan.'
Tang Yuanxiao nodded and said, "It's snowing."
'It's snowing. On a cold day like this, she should be inside, not standing out here.'
Lin Huanzhu didn't catch Tang Yuanxiao's underlying meaning. She tilted her head back to look at the sky.
"Yes, it's snowing."
A cold snowflake landed gently on her face, chilling her. "It snows on this day every year. I thought it wouldn't this year, but... it still did."
