The black umbrella sheltered Tang Mo'er and the snow wasn't landing on her, but her hands were still outside.
The corners of Lu Yeming's lips were raised, his enigmatic voice sounding gentle as he said, "Don't just keep playing with the snow, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Got it."
Seeing the snowfall, it was so pure and Tang Mo'er's heart was comforted and she finally revealed a genuine smile.
But she still had some regrets.
If only she could watch the snow with Niuniu, if only she could build snowmen with him and throw snowballs at him.
As the thoughts lingered in her mind, Tang Mo'er was starting to get sleepy. Leaning over, she rested her head on Lu Yeming's broad shoulder.
She closed her eyes.
Within moments, she had fallen asleep. Lu Yeming could hear her light breathing beside his ears.
He looked with the corner of his eye.
