Although she stood under the Shengshi Group building, the delicate snowflakes still drifted in, landing on her colorless, cold face, miraculously remaining unmelted for quite some time.
Qian Sisi shivered, reached out her hand from her pocket to wipe the snowflakes off her face, and then put her hand back in her pocket, but soon, the snowflakes again fell onto her little face, with some even perched on her long, thick eyelashes, blocking her vision.
Too weary to brush them off again, she shivered slightly, stomped her feet, and let the snowflakes fall from her eyelashes, landing just below her eyes, looking like frozen tears, evoking a sympathetic sigh from anyone who saw it.
Due to the weather, the traffic on the road today was particularly congested. Although Bai Xingzhi set off at his usual time, it was clearly already late when he arrived at the company.
