The weather at the end of December carries a deep chill, as the wind blows, snowflakes swirl around and dive into your collar. Ying Nuo stomped her feet and shrunk her neck, calling out to Sister Xiao Feng, who was standing by the wall, posing in the biting wind and looking at her reflection in the glass mirror: "Sister Xiao Feng, you're already very pretty, come on over, it's freezing."
Liu Feng ran over, rubbing her hands nervously while smoothing her hair: "Did my hairstyle get messed up by the wind?"
"No." The three of them simultaneously shook their heads.
Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and tugged at her outfit: "The clothes... the clothes are okay too, right?"
"Very pretty." The three said in unison. Before Liu Feng could say anything else, Luo Ye looked her up and down and continued, "Your makeup hasn't smudged, your shoes are clean, everything looks great."
