After attending the last meeting of the semester, Zhang Guoqing looked up at the sky. If he didn't leave now, the heavy snow would trap him, and he wouldn't be able to go home tonight.
Without needing his reminder, Yi Jiefang next to him also knew that heavy snow was coming, and the two exchanged a glance, tacitly quickening their pace.
Away from the crowd, the two entered the dormitory building amidst a flurry of activity. After greeting everyone, they didn't linger and went back to their rooms to pack their luggage before heading out.
The northern wind howled, and the cold wind hitting his face made Zhang Guoqing secretly grateful that his wife had gone ahead. He felt even smarter as he stepped onto the thick snow.
From the small train to the shaky bus transfer, night had fallen, and as they expected, it started snowing heavily like goose feathers. The weather was getting colder, and there were fewer people on the road.
