Luo Xiao stood at the edge of the rooftop with his hands behind his back, gazing out at the dazzling nightlife all around.
Yet he could clearly see the loneliness hidden behind the bustling scenes.
The man squinted his eyes, his originally handsome features becoming even more sharp and frosty. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, some falling on the tip of his nose. Luo Xiao crouched down, extended his left hand, and cupped the snowflakes on the ground.
His left hand was long and elegant, appearing gentle and refined, with the only flaw being a black finger sleeve on his little finger.
The icy touch of the snowflakes seeped into his palm, but Luo Xiao did not feel cold. He lifted his hand to his face, staring intently at the snowflakes in a trance.
As a child, whenever it snowed, he would always have snowball fights with Xiao Ran. Back then, she was most afraid of the cold; as soon as a snowball hit her face, she would immediately burst into tears...
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