"Alright, whoever changes will be the puppy."
Xia Xinyu giggled and pinky swore with Chen Yuan.
Just then, the silver snow, shimmering through the streetlight's glow and wrapped in dusk, began to descend slowly like willow fluff…
One flake landed on Xia Xinyu's long eyelashes.
She looked up and saw the snow gently falling towards them, leaving no trace on the ground, but dotting their scarves with bright, crystal-like specks.
"Together till our hair turns white because of the snow—it's quite fitting."
After Chen Yuan spoke, the snow naturally fell, and even arrived a good half-month earlier than usual. While Xia Xinyu felt joyful, she was also quite fascinated: "It seems that Lord Heaven has been moved by our sincerity. He says you're truly sincere."
"Perhaps so."
That's not it.
I am me, and I am the heaven.
"I don't know where I heard it, but this kind of snow, when it turns into little ice beads, people call them Snow Seeds."
