"How can you be so happy just because of the snow?"
Zuo Hancheng's voice suddenly came from behind her, and it was very close.
Anhao turned around and saw that Zuo Hancheng had already walked over. He was standing right behind her, very close to her.
She turned around abruptly and almost bumped into her arms. She could even smell his clean and unique scent.
She couldn't help but turn her face back and continue to stick to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She didn't care about her image at all and continued to squeeze her nose against the glass until it was deformed. Then, she turned her face sideways and pressed her face down until it was deformed. As she played, she said,"It's not strange to see snow, but it's the first time I've seen snow from such a high place."
