"Then I'll stay here tonight. If it snows heavily, I'll stay here and can see the snowy scenery early tomorrow morning."
Adrian Zhekova raised his eyebrows and hooked the corner of his lips.
It was this kid who said he wouldn't go home, not them who didn't take him home.
So, Cindy Clarke got Morgan Zhekova in his down jacket, put on a hat and gloves, and changed his snow boots.
Little Morgan was now wrapped up like a ball, bending down, and having difficulty seeing the snow boots on his feet.
"Wearing these shoes today was really wise, just in time for the snow."
Cindy felt a bit sorry for the inexperienced kid. Looking at the snowstorm, there won't be much, not even a thin layer.
Though the kid was born and raised in Belfard.
But in the past three years, he hadn't really been keeping a record!
Being young, he wouldn't go out on cold snowy days.
So for snow, he had seen it but didn't have much experience.
