The fireplace was warm, and a sense of drowsiness filled the air.
"This place is great! Let's come here every year for a trip!" Jiang Mengqi said, sitting cross-legged on the sofa.
"Sure, but next time, we'd better bring a guy to chop some firewood for the door." Lai Ruoxuan rubbed her hands.
"Then let's just bring along our boyfriends!" Li Zimeng suggested.
"What boyfriends? You mean 'partners,' right?" Zhang Zijing mercilessly exposed her.
Everyone burst out laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
"I wonder who would dare to marry girls like us." Qiqi lay back, sinking into the comfort of the sofa.
"Let's guess who will get married first!" Wu Zixuan shouted while munching on an apple.
"Definitely Yang Ni," mumbled Qiqi with closed eyes, almost as if she was sleep-talking.
Meanwhile, Yang Ni was outside building a snowman, wanting to leave behind a beautiful memory of this place.
