"Don't get so worked up, okay?"
Ye Mianmian rolled her eyes at Zhang Kaiyang, feeling recently that he had become somewhat irksome to look at.
"I'll go take a look!"
Song Yi, taking the lead, said he was going to open the door.
"Wait a second..."
Jhiang Yuan hurried to the shelf nearby, grabbing a number of plastic bags and disposable gloves.
She had sorted them out in the afternoon, thinking they might come in handy just in case.
"Take these with you!"
Disposable gloves are self-explanatory, and plastic bags can also act as shoe covers.
If there's indeed something wrong with the snowflakes, they could offer some protection.
Song Yi nodded in gratitude, put them on, and then walked out the door.
The snowflakes outside were still gently floating down endlessly, showing no sign of stopping; he squatted down and observed carefully.
He took out his flashlight, scrutinized for a long while, but found nothing.
"How is it, Brother Song?"