They stood there, embracing each other quietly. Both of them did not have the words to describe their inner feelings.
At last, Mei Wei felt a gust of chilly wind on his face. Only then did he return to his senses. He reluctantly let the other person out of his embrace. He looked at Aman's face; his tender white skin had also turned red due to the cold.
He gently cupped Aman's face in his gloved hands to keep his face warm. However, he felt amazed that even in this weather, Aman's face was still a little hot. He was puzzled by this fact.
Anyhow, he expressed his concerns: "Aman, let's go inside. The weather is turning quite cold."
But Aman pouted and protested, "But, my prince, you said that we are here to play with snow. I am not satisfied yet. I don't want to go."
Mei Wei laughed at his coquettish manner and cupped his cheek. "Oh! Don't worry. We are here for a few days. We will play in the snow tomorrow."
