Snowflakes fell one by one from the overcast sky, dressing the entire world in a vast whiteness.
Today, Gu Lingling was wearing a red cotton jacket, and around her neck was a scarf knitted by Grandma Yao with leftover yarn.
Grandma said that winter is inherently gray, so almost all her winter clothes have some color, either dark red or some shade of blue.
Even the scarf is a spectacle of multicolored strands knitted together.
It's fortunate that she wore this scarf and the red jacket today; otherwise, soon she would be completely buried in the snow.
Lying in the snow, Gu Lingling thought, last time it was thanks to Yang Yunhai's reminder that she didn't fall here; it seems this time she is destined to experience it.
Otherwise, why did she fall while coming down the mountain, even though she clearly saw the pit?
