Nan Jiaojiao giggled as she caught some snowflakes, smearing them all over his hair, while Bo Yanching let her have her fun, even lowering his head the moment she reached out.
Looking at the white, mottled spots atop his head, she curved her eyes satisfyingly, "It looks great, Uncle Three will still be handsome even when he ages."
Having snow on his hair only made it look white, but his face remained that of his current age.
She had always coveted Bo Yanching's good looks, but now he seemed a bit worried, as if his looks were all he had.
And every time she called him "Uncle Three," it tickled his heart, making him unable to resist pulling her in by the fingers, and wrapping his arm around her to pull her into his embrace.
"Wait another few decades, by then, even if I'm not as handsome when I'm old, you won't be able to run away."
"A few decades..."
It sounded so distant when she listened.
"Unwilling?"