Sang Xia nagged at him. She could not be completely at ease without the little brat under her watch.
After explaining to her daughter, sang Xia was already in a hurry to go back.
He dialed another number.
He knew it by heart.
however, just as she was about to dial the number, crystal clear snowflakes suddenly fell slowly from the hexagonal corners under the dim yellow street lamp. they landed on the back of her hand, and the screen of the phone said, "
She raised her head slightly. Under the dim yellow light of the street lamps, it was snowing.
It was gentle and beautiful.
Sang Xia's eyes widened.
It was snowing.
It was actually snowing on such a Street.
This year's winter had come particularly late, and this was the first snow of the year.
