Feng Huaijin lightly frowned, reached out and forcibly lifted her chin, and said in a displeased, deep voice: "Don't move, why are you twisting around? Doing a folk dance? Let me have a look."
Su Li: "..."
A folk dance... huh.
Su Li tilted her head up to look under the streetlamp, where Feng Huaijin's sharp eyes and brows seemed to be softened by a layer of mist, a tiny snowflake fell, gentling his brows and eyes, making the world seem to quiet down.
Su Li uncertainly looked up at the sky, was it snowing?
She blinked, her long eyelashes brushed against the palm of Feng Huaijin's hand.
Feng Huaijin jerked back his hand as if electrocuted, his tone slightly fierce: "What are you doing? Was that on purpose?"
Su Li blinked and pointed to the sky, saying: "My eyes don't hurt anymore. Feng Huaijin, it's snowing."
Snowing?
Feng Huaijin looked up at the night sky, tiny snowflakes fell, landing in his palm, slowly melting into water, feeling wet.
