As soon as the door opened, a rush of cold air mingled with the crisp scent of snowflakes hit her face.
"Cold?" Mu Yingchen turned his head to look at her.
She squinted her eyes and shook her head, certainly not cold dressed so warmly.
"What about you?" Su Wanxia raised an eyebrow.
Mu Yingchen pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "Not cold."
She pouted, if it wasn't cold, then it wasn't; she knew he had good stamina.
Then she suddenly broke free from his hand holding hers and ran towards the snow-filled sky.
The outside scenery was dim and dreamy, incomparably beautiful, as if everything was shimmering and pure white.
Mu Yingchen watched the somewhat clumsy figure and couldn't help but remind her, "Be careful, don't run so fast."
Su Wanxia looked up at the falling snowflakes, took a deep breath, and then said to Yingchen, who was walking towards her, "I love it when it snows; it's so beautiful."
"Really?" Mu Yingchen stood beside her with a smile as he watched her.
