From afar, she saw Lu Yi standing in front of a car. Lu Yi looked as if he was buried in the snow, like the snow was covering him, making him look like a snowman, and he was standing motionless as well.
At this very moment, the snowman moved, like pieces of cracked ice, and with a snap, it shattered completely.
It was not known why, but suddenly, she felt tearful and sorrowful.
In that instance, a large coat was placed on top of her camouflaging clothes, and the warmth made her heart ache. Hidden above the corner of her eye was a white painted sky.
As she sat in the car, it felt as if winter had passed and spring was near, this type of warmth was very comforting.
Lu Yi reached into his pocket for the longest time, and finally pulled out a piece of chocolate and offered it to Yan Huan.
Yan Huan took it, but the chocolate seemed to have melted a little because of the warmth from his body.
