In the Imperial City of the Casa Empire, the snow started late, only beginning to fall at night.
Lin Yumo stepped out onto the balcony of the luxurious suite and reached out his hand to catch a few snowflakes.
He blinked, and it was as if he saw again that night in his sophomore year, when he had left the computer lab and saw a girl dancing under a streetlight.
Her white skirt blended with the surrounding blanket of white, twirling uniquely like a flower.
The girl raised her hand alone, he thought at that time.
Later, after a long separation, he finally held that hand.
Shengsheng lifted his hand over her head, finished a dance, and laughed, saying to him, "Now we can literally grow old together!"
Was it snowing in Shengsheng's world?
What was Shengsheng doing?
Was she asleep at this time?
Had she stayed up late to write an academic report again?
Shengsheng...
