Qin Yin didn't speak, and a hint of frustration appeared on Nan Sichen's incredibly handsome face. His expression was especially stern, his deep eyes were tinged with gloom, yet deep within his pupils there was intense anxiety and heartache. His voice became somewhat sharp, "Tell me, what's going on?"
"Nan Sichen, let's go skiing tomorrow." Qin Yin suddenly flashed a faint smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
In her eyes, Nan Sichen saw hesitation, pain, and some emotions he didn't know about.
"Okay!" he agreed with her, then pulled her into his embrace, gently asking, "Why do you want to go skiing all of a sudden?"
"Actually, I just want to see the snow more." Qin Yin said quietly, "I hope every year I can watch the snow with you, build snowmen together..."
"Okay!"
"Unfortunately, there probably won't be any more snow this year."
"It doesn't matter, if not this year, then there's always next year." Nan Sichen reached out to ruffle her hair, as if petting a little dog.
