A young girl, dressed in a black cashmere coat, with straight black pants, half of her face covered by a bright red scarf. Her long, beautiful hair was lazily tied up, with a few strands playfully dancing in the wind, occasionally covering half of her jade-like face. It made passersby wish they could help her tuck her hair back.
Yi Zhe, after finishing his errands, squeezed onto the bus and was greeted by this beautiful picture. He instinctively got off the bus, fearing that he might wake Zhou Jiao, and followed her from a distance.
Tiny snowflakes fell from the sky, carried by the wind, landing on Yi Zhe's eyelashes. He slipped one hand into his pocket and gently brushed them away with the other.
