Mu Yichen's voice, powerful and captivating, quickly softened Qin Mu's heart, which had just felt like a solid fortress, into a puddle of mush.
So afterward, she locked the door and got into his car, leaning against his broad shoulders as they drove home together.
On the way, the vast whiteness of the snow made it impossible not to glance at it a few more times.
"Why is there so much?"
It seemed like someone was scattering white feathers from the sky to the ground.
Mu Yichen didn't know either; he just predicted that the snow would stop after midnight. However, tonight wasn't too cold, so hopefully, there wouldn't be any accidents later.
"Doesn't it look like something out of a movie?"
Qin Mu turned to him and asked. Just as Mu Yichen was about to respond, her phone rang. Qin Mu glanced at her phone, and her brows furrowed instinctively.
"Anna!"
Qin Mu whispered.
