Snow's hands were nimble, and the kite she made was exquisite.
Su Xingyue stared at the kite for a long time before taking it to the beach.
She had never flown a kite before, but at that moment, she suddenly felt an urge to try.
She held the string in one hand and the kite in the other, then... slowly released the kite.
The wind at the beach was strong, and no sooner had she let go of the kite than it began to drift with the wind.
Seeing this, Su Xingyue was filled with surprise... but she forgot the next steps in her excitement.
Just as she stood there, somewhat flustered, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"Silly woman, let out the line!"
Before she could turn around, her back was already leaning against the man's firm chest.
And soon after... her hand was enveloped by a larger one.
He held her hand and slowly taught her how to let out the string.
As expected, the kite flew even higher...
Su Xingyue slowly turned her head and saw the man's serious face.