Qiao Ran turned around and collided with a pair of deep, black eyes that seemed to harbor a vast ocean under a sky filled with innumerable stars.
Above Wen Shimo, white snowflakes began to flutter down gently, casting his chiseled, angelic face in an even more flawlessly beautiful light, his good looks compelling.
"The snow is falling, it's so beautiful!" Qiao Ran, gazing at the goose-feather-sized snowflakes in the sky, exclaimed with wide, sparkling eyes, her smile pure and innocent.
Wen Shimo was too preoccupied to appreciate the falling snow, his gaze cold as he looked at Qiao Ran, "After drinking so much, you still drove. Don't you know drunk driving is dangerous? It's one thing if you kill yourself, but if you hit and kill someone else, that's your sin."
Faced with Wen Shimo's icy reprimand, Qiao Ran wasn't angry; instead, she revealed a brilliant, flower-like smile.