It snowed.
Standing on the balcony, Xia Xinyu watched the large snowflakes like goose feathers outside. She raised her head and reached out her hand. But the snow, taking a step ahead of her palm, settled on her pert nose, adding a glinting touch.
Just then, a soft woolen article passed in front of her neck, wrapping around in a circle.
She turned her head to see Chen Yuan wearing a blue scarf, draping a red one around her.
"Hehe, thank you," Xia Xinyu said with a smile.
Then Chen Yuan leaned in with his face.
She closed her eyes with a smile, tilting her head upwards.
However, instead of the anticipated touch of lips, there was a gentle kiss upon her nose.
"Tasting Xinyu's little snowflake isn't bad," he said.
Having given the kiss, Chen Yuan turned and walked away.
Xia Xinyu pouted her mouth slightly in dissatisfaction.
She had already grasped the pattern.