Yu Gangan leaned weakly in Fang Zhihan's arms, unwilling to move.
"It's snowing." Snow began to float down from the sky. Yu Gangan stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake, but the hot spring was hot, so it melted before it even landed on her palm.
"Do you like it?"
It was only normal to like such a beautiful and romantic scene. But, unable to laugh nor cry, Yu Gangan looked at Fang Zhihan and said, "I don't want to lie to you. I don't like it. For two people that don't like snow to soak in a hot spring when it's snowing, it seems a bit like a death wish."
Fang Zhihan revealed a helpless and doting smile. He slightly tilted his head and pressed his chin gently against her head.
He felt a little emotional looking at the plum blossom forest and the floating snow.
