In the wide expanse of snow in front of Xia Zheng, two little figures were clearly imprinted, and when I say little figures, I actually mean drawings that somewhat resembled human shapes.
Lin Yuan paused, suddenly stopping in her tracks. She had been pondering where to find something profitable and hadn't noticed what was under her feet. If she had taken two more steps forward, she might have crushed the "boy's" feet.
Across from her, Xia Zheng took a long breath, "Aiyo, you scared me to death, almost turning him into a cripple with your step!"
No wonder Xia Zheng kept shouting at her to watch the path, to watch the path. As it turned out, it wasn't the road he meant, but the "people"!
Lin Yuan gave Xia Zheng a puzzled look, then glanced down at the little figure in the snow and couldn't help laughing out loud. Was this little figure with three strands of hair supposed to be Xia Zheng?!