When they returned home that night, they handed the purchased medicine to Wang Ma, and then each went back to their respective rooms. Yang Chen entered the bedroom and suddenly saw, through the spacious French windows, snowflakes floating down like velvet.
In this large southern city, snowfall wasn't common but not unheard of, especially near the sea where the rapid drop in temperature caused water vapor to condense.
"It must be around minus seven or eight degrees now!" Yang Chen muttered to himself. It was indeed quite cold in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. It was a call from Mo Qian Ni. This woman was always so independent; she never called casually. There had to be a reason.
"Darling, did you see it?"
"See what?"
"The snow."
"Are you excited?"
"No, just a bit disappointed," Mo Qian Ni said.
"Why?"
Mo Qian Ni remained silent for a while. "Because when it snows, it means it's really cold."
