A cold lump landed on his left cheek.
He turned his head and saw that Junior Sister Xiaoli was using magic to gather snow and then molding it into a snowball.
"This is..."
Song Yan watched as the snow slid off his cheek and murmured, "A snowball fight?"
He never thought that someone like him, who walked out of the Puppet Sect's sea of blood and deception, would one day engage in a snowball fight, let alone have someone actively throw snowballs at him.
Song Yan slightly closed his eyes, and this year's snow flashed through his mind.
Every year he watched the snow fall, with different people around him every year, but never once had he rushed into the snow for a snowball fight.
Smack!
Another snowball hit his right cheek.
He slightly came back to his senses.
Smack!
The snowball continued to hit his forehead.
