Meng Chuyuan probably did not expect it to be currently snowing where he was. Neither could she anticipate that he was standing on the balcony. The coldness seeped into his clothes, making him feel chilly.
On this snowy night, Lu Qingye's turtleneck sweater was very thin. He was not afraid of the cold. His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was calm and gentle. "Let's do a video call."
Lu Qingye had switched to video call. While waiting for Meng Chuyuan to pick up, he raised his phone and was about to find a suitable angle.
Meng Chuyuan quickly turned on the video and saw Lu Qingye's face close to the screen. He was about to switch his phone to the back camera.
Lu Qingye said, "Wait a moment."
In that short moment, she could clearly see Lu Qingye's exquisite jawline, his straight nose, and his white breath as he spoke.
After he changed the camera, Meng Chuyuan saw the snow outside.
