Huangfu Ye was becoming increasingly addicted.
...
Gu Qingxin didn't expect it to snow on Christmas. She leaped out of bed to watch the light snowflakes falling outside and ran to the window, excited. The outside world was already covered with a thin layer of snow.
The snow was nothing compared to what fell in C country; it was neither as heavy nor as thick. And yet the delicate snow dance had its own charm.
In Ming City, it was rare for it to snow in winter.
Especially on an annual event like Christmas.
Beiming Han heard a noise and stretched out his hands to hold the little figure next to him, but found nothing. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he saw the little girl, barefoot, standing at the window. Her white silk pajamas neatly covered her small bottom, revealing her long straight legs. Her long black hair hung down to her waist, making her look extraordinarily beautiful.
