Xia Zheng, anxious that the snowflakes might camouflage his surprise, hastily lifted his feet and retraced the outline of the little figure, excitedly lifting his head to ask her, "How is it, how is it? Are you moved?"
He was just short of saying, "Hurry up and cry with emotion, scream, and rush forward to hug me tight!"
Lin Yuan was indeed deeply moved, not just by the two little figures on the ground, but also by how Xia Zheng had repeatedly stamped the impressions over and over again. Looking down at Xia Zheng's boots already soaked with melted snow, Lin Yuan's nose soured, and sure enough, tears welled up.
"Happy or not? Excited or not? Is it not especially…" Xia Zheng looked up just in time to see Lin Yuan gazing at him with moist eyes in a daze, his footing scrambled, and the ear of "Xia Zheng's little figure" bent out of shape.
"Yuanyuan, what's wrong? Why are you crying? There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I was just joking earlier, please don't actually cry," he soothed.