The windows were bright and clean, and outside, snowflakes were still drifting intermittently.
Hardly anyone was walking outside; the sky was a pure blue-gray, quiet as can be.
Such a quiet winter night, yet stunningly beautiful.
When he heard footsteps behind him, he felt his entire heart quiet down.
From childhood until now, every birthday he had spent standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snow. From a little kid, he gradually grew into the young man he is now.
Xin Yibin stood before the giant floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snowflakes drifting down outside, and heard a voice behind him: "Hey, your longevity noodles are ready."
Xin Yibin turned around and saw Si Ruoran placing the longevity noodles on the dining table, her hand stung by the heat so she touched her ear: "Why are you standing there? Eat your longevity noodles."
"Thank you."
"No need for thanks, do we really need that between us?"
