Yiren washed up as fast as she could. The black hair on her forehead was still wet and stuck to her fair skin. She changed into a new set of clothes and ran down the stairs in her fluffy coat.
Chang Yue did not go. If she were to be a third wheel at this time, it would be a little too disappointing to disturb their time together.
Besides, the view from upstairs was better than downstairs, and it felt like watching a musical. A pair of lovers embracing each other in the White snow should be especially beautiful.
Chang Yue had an indescribable feeling in her heart when she saw Xie Yiren rush out, President Zheng pick her up, and Yiren gently brush the snow off President Zheng's head.
This was what it meant to be in love. Although she was busy every day, she still missed the other person in her heart. Even President Zheng, who was as hard as a rock, knew how to step on the snow on the morning of her birthday to wish Xie Yiren well.