Jing Jihan stood still, only glancing sideways at her with a smile.
Shi Su originally intended to run away after throwing the snow, but seeing him remain motionless, she couldn't help but glance at him again.
Snow was scattered across the man's head and handsome face, which she had just flung, standing tall and unmoving in the wind and snow. The indulgence in his eyes and his unwillingness to argue with her were overwhelmingly obvious. The morning sunlight cast a long, tall silhouette behind him on the snow-covered ground.
Next to Jing Jihan's shadow, another figure, caught up in the playful mood, grabbed another handful of snow, this time aiming straight for his collar.
