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Like a small deer in the snow.
It exuded a unique elegance and vivacity amidst the city streets gradually adorned with snow.
Qiu Mo felt somewhat incredulous.
How had he drawn her as she was ten years ago, based on what she looked like now?
Could it be that her image had been so deeply etched in his mind that, even after ten years, he could remember it so clearly?
Qiu Mo stood in the snow, holding this small New Year's gift in her hands.
They were just some canvases and paints casually bought from a stationery store, yet they surpassed all the expensive gifts she had received in recent years.
She had never liked to accept these gifts from others, but the small painting in front of her left her not knowing how to return it!
The last snowfall in Lan City was already ten years ago...
The person before her was still the same, but everything they had experienced in the meantime had changed.
