In the yard, the little woman's first snowman was beginning to take shape. Compared to the adorable snowman, the little woman's cheeks, red from the cold, seemed even cuter.
The man had no expression on his face; he just quietly watched the little woman shuttle back and forth in the yard.
It snowed every year in Rong City. Although the snow in previous years wasn't as heavy as this year, for the past two years, this woman hadn't shown any interest in the snow.
Unexpectedly, she actually liked snow this much.
Watching the little woman stick leaves and petals on the snowman's head as eyes and mouth, the man couldn't help but furrow his brows.
What on earth is she making?
It's so ugly.
Does this woman have any artistic sense?
Eventually, the man couldn't hold back any longer. He opened the glass door to the backyard and walked out.
"Yihan."
The moment the man appeared, the little woman saw him and excitedly called out to him.
