In the quiet night, goose feathers and snow danced in the sky.
Two strong spotlights came down from the sky. One shone on Zheng Ren, and the other was directed at the corner.
Zheng Ren held the box of lipsticks in his hand and stood foolishly underneath the spotlight. His eyes were narrowed and he looked a little embarrassed.
Xie Yiren took a step forward. Their calculations were flawless and she just happened to walk into the light from the darkness.
Under the sudden strong spotlight, Little Yiren subconsciously covered her eyes with her hand. The red down jacket was like a dancing flame in the snow, vivid and strong.
Xie Yiren gradually adapted to the strong light. She was stunned for a moment before she saw Zheng Ren opposite her.
The whole ordeal was unexpected but also within reason.
Xie Yiren instantly understood what her friends meant.
