"There's pickle in your teeth."
Her soft voice sounded as if she was saying something profound, not something meant to embarrass someone.
Yu Jingting snorted in response. His girl was certainly putting her mastery of insults to good use.
Yang Caihong was left speechless by Suizi's comment. She closed her mouth, secretly attempting to clean her teeth with her tongue, her face turning a deep red.
She mumbled under her breath:
"Who would have thought you two would end up as a couple, given how bad your relationship was in school—Suizi, don't you remember?"
"What?"
"In the eighth-grade, you built a snowman at the school gate, and Tiegen flattened it with a pushcart."
"If you keep quiet, no one will mistake you for a mute," Yu Jingting retorted coldly.
Yang Caihong fell silent, her eyes clouding over.
With a hot water bottle in her arms, Suizi found herself drowning in a tidal wave of memories.
Winters in the north always came with thick snow.
