"It's snowing!" Ren Baqian walk out of the bus terminal and stretched out his hand to welcome the falling snowflakes. He had a very strong affection toward snow.
It snowed five months a year in Northeast China.
Many of the memories of his youth were related to snow.
That included building a snowman with Ren Wannian, though Ren Baqian eventually pushed him into the pile of snow that he gathered.
That was how a snowman was made.
However, he had very rarely seen snow during the past few years. He only saw it once when he returned home for the New Year two years ago and didn't even see it last year.
"What's this?" Lin Qiaole finally woke up after sleeping the entire journey and felt curious after seeing countless snowflakes scattering all over.
However, the passersby got even more curious after seeing her.
She was still wearing that short-sleeved T-shirt that Ren Baqian gave her.
