"Mommy, it's snowing." Tong Hua laid on the floor in front of the fireplace and beneath the full-length window. He laid on top of the thick lamb fur carpet and looked out of the window. There were some winter flowers outside the greenhouse. A few stalks of plum blossoms were beautifully bloomed, and snowflakes were falling constantly, causing the garden to look exceptionally romantic. As Tong Hua could not withstand being in such cold weather, Shen Qianshu did not allow him to be outside. Thus, he laid in front of the fireplace to look at the falling snow and hummed along to a song at the same time, thoroughly enjoying himself.
This year's first snowfall came too early, catching everybody by surprise.
