Xu Chaomu leaned on the windowsill, watching, and sometimes memories flickered through her mind.
The last time she had seen snow in her native country was when she was seventeen. Back then, as soon as it snowed, she would drag Shen Chi out to play with her, no matter what.
But how could Shen Chi, of all people, play with snow in such a childish way? He refused her without hesitation, of course.
After refusing her, he went skiing with a group of his friends, leaving her alone at the Shen family's place to play.
The Shen family didn't care much for her—she was only close to Shen Chi, and when he left, she found everything utterly uninteresting.
All alone, she silently built a snowman, silently adding eyes, a mouth, a scarf...
In the end, just as she had finished the snowman by evening, Shen Yanrou, on her way home, scorned it.
Shen Yanrou gave it a scornful glance and said indifferently, "Childish, boring. You're so old, yet you still play with building snowmen."
