His eyes lingered on her face for quite a while, as if unaware of the passage of time.
She touched her face, thinking there might be something dirty on it.
"It's nothing." He turned his head away, his gaze falling to the ground.
It had snowed a bit last night, and even though the path had been swept in the morning, it was still a bit slippery. On either side of the road, piles of cleared thin snow lay in heaps, resembling endless white small hills.
Before class started, many students wandered the campus, braving the cold wind and enjoying the fun that winter brought.
In small groups, some students picked up snowballs on their way to class, starting a snowball fight.
The school's patrol team turned a blind eye to this.
A snowball suddenly flew towards Shen Jiayin and her group.
"Watch out—" Since Feng Yongzhuo was looking down at the ground, he didn't see it coming, and Shen Jiayin hurriedly pushed him aside.
The flying snowball hit her right on the top of her head.
