When the first heavy snow of the New Year fell, it was already the last day of the holiday.
Qin Yuji was nestled in Chi Jingxuan's arms, flipping through a photo album with him.
The album was filled with photos that were either stunningly beautiful or curiously odd, yet the two of them enjoyed it immensely, proving the saying, "When two people in love are together, even the air is sweet, even without speaking."
When the phone rang, Chi Jingxuan glanced at the screen and stood up to go to the balcony.
Watching his retreating figure, Qin Yuji lowered her eyes and continued browsing through the album.
"Ah Cheng..."
Chi Jingxuan answered the call, his expression still soft from moments before.
"Young Master, Qin Haokun didn't go to the airport."
Ah Cheng's words immediately darkened Chi Jingxuan's expression.
Chi Jingxuan asked coldly, "What happened?"
