The snowball flew past Wei Anning's ear, and in the next moment, she plunged into the man's embrace, the familiar masculine scent lingering at her nose, and she indulged in a deep breath.
How many times in her heart had she hoped to bring about today's closeness?
She could no longer remember, only knowing that right now she wanted to lean into his arms and cry her heart out.
Tell him how much she had missed him over the years.
As she raised her hand from her side, he gently pushed her away. The cold wind ravaged, and her body, which had just felt a bit of warmth, became cold again. She looked up at him.
Snowflakes drifted into her eyes, making them a bit chilly, "Leng Youchen, I..."
The man shoved his hands into the coat pockets without looking at her, "It's cold outside, better go in."
After saying that, he turned and walked away briskly.
