The following day was Christmas.
Snowflakes were still falling, blanketing the entire world in white.
As they stepped outside, Gong Beiming put a hat and gloves on her and wrapped a scarf around her neck tightly.
"Come here, baby!"
He stood in the snow, clad in a sleek black overcoat, his exquisite features especially handsome in the morning light.
He beckoned with his fingers, and she, like a little snowman, trudged through the thick snow to reach him, "What's up?"
He embraced her and rolled in the snow with her, the thick blanket of snow feeling like a padded quilt, making it fun to lie on. After rolling around, she couldn't get up and was stuck on her back, a sight that made him laugh for a while.
She grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it down the collar of his coat; the icy sensation immediately slid down his back. He quickly jumped up and vigorously shook himself off while she laughed heartily.
