When they returned, it started to snow.
The snowflakes were neither too big nor dense, like catkins drifting in the wind.
Lin Gantang did not bring an umbrella and walked on the snow. The snow was like spring flowers. When it gently slid down the tip of her nose, it was cool and itchy. Pedestrians stopped and used their cameras to record the arrival of the first snow.
Lin Gantang hid her face in the gray scarf; it had Wen Yanqing's faint scent. Lin Gantang liked it very much.
She excitedly looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky. Lin Gantang's lips curved into a smile. After some time, she changed her route and headed to Shengfang Group.
The snow was getting increasingly heavy. She took her phone out and did not even realize that the smile in her eyes was gradually becoming gentler. "It's snowing. I miss you and want to look for you."
The other side replied, "It's cold. I'll go over and look for you."
