Looking at the snowflakes drifting outside the window, Luo Qianqian sighed, "What's the point of having class? With such heavy snow, we should go out and make snowmen."
"You're right," He Wenyu said, gazing at the distant window. The heavy snowfall outside stirred in her a deep yearning. "This must be the heaviest snowfall since it began, right?"
"Yeah, it's December already, and Christmas is almost here." Luo Qianqian thought that New Year's Day was also approaching, and soon she'd have to make a phone call to a certain someone. With a sigh, she said, "I need to buy apples."
"Buy apples? Don't we have plenty at home?" He Wenyu looked puzzled at Luo Qianqian. "But it's true that we need to buy greeting cards."
