Such unwarranted dedication like a moth to the flame only leads to deception and a sorrow greater than heart death.
She stopped her hand mid-air and, ultimately, placed it on the glass, gently wiping away a small patch of condensation.
She wrote nothing, simply clearing the mist.
Instantly, the piece of glass became much clearer, and sunlight streamed in, falling onto her face.
It was a warm sensation, and in no time, her cheeks were bathed in sunlight.
"When did you wake up?"
Nie Chenglang opened his eyes just in time to see Xu Chaomu standing by the window. He threw off the blanket from his body and walked over to her.
Xu Chaomu turned her head, "Just woke up. The sun is really nice."
"Has the snow stopped?"
"Yeah, it probably stopped a while ago. Shall we go downstairs and make a snowman? Look, there are some kids over there!" Xu Chaomu pointed out.
Nie Chenglang smiled helplessly, "You realize they're kids, right? How old are you?"
