She looked up and saw a little girl, about five or six years old, with a delicate and pretty appearance, her slightly plump, frost-pink cheeks looking somewhat round.
At this moment, she was smiling at her, but when she saw Lin Jiaojiao looking back, she gradually restrained her smile, a timid expression in her eyes. Her innocent, big eyes were very bright, as if they were filled with stars.
These children suddenly became quiet, and no one knew what they were thinking.
Lin Jiaojiao, of course, didn't care about any of this and pretended to be angry, saying, "How dare you sneak up on me!"
As her words fell, she quickly grabbed a handful of snow, squeezed it, and deliberately threw it at the little girl's feet.
This way, a snowball fight wouldn't hurt her.
The little girl was taken aback at first, but then her smile returned, and she crouched down, grabbed a snowball, and threw it at Lin Jiaojiao.
Lin Jiaojiao was prepared and dodged it with a sideways motion.
