Conceal (4)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Su Zhinian rolled down the window, and the wind carried snowflakes into his car. When they fell on the leather seat, they immediately melted into droplets of water in the warm air inside.
Song Qingchun had her head lowered, trying to call a taxi, so she did not notice that a car had stopped before her. Su Zhinian opened his lips, trying to call her name, but he thought about it, undid his seatbelt, and got out in person.
Bracing the wind and snow, Su Zhinian walked around to the front of his car. Before he reached her, Song Qingchun suddenly raised her head to look at him. Su Zhinian stopped right in his tracks.
The wind grew stronger, but the both of them seemed to have frozen in time, allowing the heavy snow to gather around and on them.