Mu Liang came out of the restroom and saw Qiao Xia squealing excitedly, "It's snowing, Mu Liang, it's snowing, come and look!"
She was wearing a down coat, happily on the balcony, reaching out to catch the falling flakes.
Today was the last day of the year.
Tomorrow would be New Year's Day.
Qiao Xia was ecstatic.
It truly seemed like auspicious snow heralding a prosperous year.
The very last day of the year, and it had begun to snow.
The snow fell lightly, melting as soon as it touched the ground, almost unnoticeable, but the distant river was a blanket of white mist. After the snowfall, it appeared even more serene and beautiful, like a traditional ink painting. Qiao Xia forgot about the awkward moment before and dragged Mu Liang to appreciate the view.
"Do you think it'll snow heavily tomorrow?"
"I don't know."
"If it does, will the lake freeze over?"
