Xu Musen listened silently, watching the girl's slightly resentful little eyes; he smiled and nodded gently.
The sky continued to flutter with fine snowflakes, Yao Mingyue stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes that fell on her hand began to melt instantaneously, never leaving behind a snowy trace.
"This snow, it's really something—you can see it, but you can't keep it…"
"Wait until we go home for the New Year; there will be a few heavy snowfalls."
Xu Musen spoke, he too stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes, but before they could even land, they melted from the warmth of his palm.
"The snow here is stingy, like some scumbag doling out leftover romance. But come New Year, it will all come down without reservation."
Yao Mingyue seemed both wistful and pointed, eventually shaking her head with a smile, "But I'm the same, unsatisfied when the snow is light, and my body can't handle it when it's heavy… Maybe now is just right.
