At this moment, everyone saw a girl with a smile that could topple a city. Her figure was graceful and her steps elegant as she chased forward.
Her long black hair flew in the wind, her slender figure gradually blurred by the light rain, ethereal yet poetic, like a fairy who had walked out of a painting.
Ye Tian turned his head, just in time to meet those joyful eyes, and a brilliant smile spread across his face: "Xiaozi, are you alright??"
"Mm, I can see things now!! Brother Ye Tian, you look really handsome, hehe."
A series of silver bell-like laughter, accompanied by tears, echoed in the silent snowfield.
"Mm, Xiaozi's eyes are also beautiful."
After a while, Ye Tian habitually spread his five fingers and rubbed Zi Qingcheng's small head.
When he looked up again, she had already begun to shed tears.
In her dreams, she had countless fantasies and had made countless innocent dreams, thinking she might live in darkness for a lifetime.
