Di Yelei and Liu Sisi rode on, taking the small path outside the bookstore to head home.
The snow grew heavier, almost blinding their eyes.
The horses were cautious as they ran, fearing that a slip might cause them to fall.
"Wait! Stop!" Liu Sisi shouted.
Di Yelei quickly reined in his horse and looked back: "What's the matter, Sisi?"
"The snow is too heavy. It's not too bad here, but how can we cross the wind hole in the mountain hollow later? Let's not go home. Let's turn back! Let's go back to the bookstore to rest for the night and head directly to the county tomorrow."
Within a short moment, the heavy snow fell upon their clothes, forming small pockets.
Looking up at the sky, all they could see was a silvery white.
Di Yelei reached out and touched Liu Sisi's cold little hand and quickly held it in his palm.
