Qin Muni put down her teacup and smiled softly. She tilted her head to look at the snowflakes outside the window, swirling and falling like willow catkins, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's been so many years."
"Do you still remember Zi Ji? You always liked to sneak snow into his coat's hood and then put the hood on his head."
Back in college, Qin Muni always appeared gentle and quiet in front of others, but in front of her friends, she was like an untamed wild horse, so reckless and willful that it left them in tears and laughter.
"Of course I remember, but it's been a long time since we last got in touch. How is he?"
"Well, he's doing well. He took over his father's company in A City and got married two years ago. Now, he's a happy father."
Qin Muni remembered indeed receiving an invitation from Zhao Ziji two years ago, but since it was close to Grandma Xu's birthday, she didn't attend, only sending Zhao Ziji a wedding gift.
