In the afternoon, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. By the time work ended, a thin layer had already accumulated. The ground was trampled and dirty, but the branches of the trees and the fountain pond were covered in a clean, shallow layer of silvery white.
After being taut for 36 continuous hours, Ruan Liuzheng finally relaxed. As she walked on the ground, her steps felt unsteady, and her face seemed stretched tight. She rubbed her face to wake herself up a bit.
She wondered if he by her side was as tired as she was?
She looked up at him and saw that aside from some bluishness beneath his eyes, he seemed quite spirited, especially his eyes, which shone even more brightly.
"Can you still drive?" she asked subconsciously.
He glanced at her, "Don't you trust me?"
