Suddenly, He Xing's voice came through: "Xiaohan, Xiaohan, are you listening to me?"
Although his voice was coming from the phone, and Fu Han's ears were adorned with Bluetooth earphones, she felt as if He Xing's voice was traveling from a thousand miles away, carrying with it the chill of the wind and the clarity of the snow.
Fu Han quickly regained her focus: "Sorry, the snowstorm is too heavy, please say that again."
The face of He Xing on the phone screen smiled, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed lighter: "I said you've lost a lot of weight, you need to take good care of yourself, okay?"
Fu Han suddenly felt a sourness in her nose; she thought it must be the wind making her nose sour, it definitely was, the wind was so strong that it almost brought tears to her eyes.
