Zhou Jingwei seemed to know what was on her mind. By her ear, his tone carried a hint of a smile, soft and gentle, "Little Yueliang, tell me any other wishes you have, okay? I want to make your dreams come true forever."
Cheng Weiyue thought she couldn't be blamed for being moved.
After all, which girl in this world could remain utterly unmoved by such a scene?
She looked at Zhou Jingwei, her eyes shining with a brightness she herself hadn't noticed, "Why is it snowing today? How did you do it?"
"It's artificial snowfall. The temperature and humidity weren't sufficient during the day, so it could only start in the evening."
Zhou Jingwei couldn't resist, and bent down to kiss Cheng Weiyue's eyelashes. His voice was husky, tinged with a faint smile, "You mentioned it a little late, so I don't know if this snow is earlier than what you remember."
Cheng Weiyue felt that every tiny sense on her skin, touched by Zhou Jingwei's lips, was leaping.
