In a corner of the back garden, Xia Yanxin was shoveling snow...
The winter in Mandara Manor was nothing but white snow. The half-finished snowman in her hands tumbled over, and the sound of footsteps approached from behind her. She steadied herself with the shovel and stood up.
It was none other than Yeh Feili, whom she had not seen for several days. He was wearing a blue coat paired with a long white scarf; his hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a clean smile on his handsome face.
"Are you here building a snowman by yourself?"
"Heh, pretty boring, right!"
Yeh Feili looked seriously at the snow-covered ground where a few snowmen had been built, but each one had been abused, their bodies poked full of holes with sticks, faces mashed beyond recognition—it looked like Xia Yanxin was deliberately venting.
"Do you hate him that much?" Yeh Feili asked with a smile.
