A month later.
Jiangnan was not a place that the Snow Goddess liked to stay. Therefore, there were few snowflakes in Shanghai every winter. If he wanted to see the silver fruits and snow, he could only go to the north.
However, today, it was snowing. It was not very heavy. Pieces of snow floated in the air, giving the soft Jiangnan a poetic mood.
The people who passed by were all discussing the snow and admiring this rare work of nature.
Xiao Jinghuan was afraid of the cold, so he wore a thick scarf around his neck. As he walked on the road, he happily looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky. His eyes were sparkling, and the corners of his lips were curved especially beautifully. His whole person seemed to be floating.
"Walk slower, walk slower."
Behind her, Kuang Meiyun couldn't help but let out a soft cry when she saw that she was still catching the snowflakes as she walked so quickly.
