It was the beginning of December, and the air in M City had already turned bitter cold. The two people huddled together, walked around the neighborhood a few times, and felt the chill biting at their feet; even the tips of their noses had turned a conspicuous red.
"I'm freezing to death, had I known, I wouldn't have come out..."
Stomping her feet, Qiao Xinran pulled Mo Yichen to run back.
Behind them, isolated snowflakes drifted down slowly.
By the time they reached the entrance to their building, the snow had begun to fall, and looking back, they saw a spread of orange-red snowflakes beneath the streetlights, twirling and dancing in the air, ineffably beautiful and ethereal.
"Yichen, this is the first snowfall of the year in M City, isn't it?"
She asked softly, stopping in her tracks, unwilling to move on.
"Yes, the first snow..."
Knowing that Qiao Xinran loved snow, Mo Yichen didn't rush her and moved behind her, spreading his wool coat open to envelop her in his arms.