Over there, Su Ruanruan watched Han Ping go upstairs.
She glanced at the gentle, continuous snowfall, which had already covered the ground with a layer of white.
Su Ruanruan took hold of Bao Jingyan's arm.
She softly pleaded, "Shall we enjoy the snow? There's hardly ever snow in Yangcheng."
Bao Jingyan agreed.
He spoke to the driver, who then drove the car back first.
When Bao Jingyan returned, he smiled faintly, "The idle folks have left, Miss Su, shall we fall in love?"
He wrapped his wife's shoulder, strolling along the streets of Yangcheng.
Sleek snow fell upon his hair, brows...
Su Ruanruan leaned on his shoulder, whispering, "When it snows, it seems everything slows down! Bao Jingyan, I find it so romantic!"
Bao Jingyan smiled gently.
He tucked her small hand into his coat pocket to warm her.
After a while, fewer people were on the street.
The snow on the ground had thickened considerably, and stepping on it felt soft and fluffy.
