Shuanghe Village.
Xu Nianhua sat by the window translating a book, more than half of it was done, but now, she couldn't focus at all. She gazed out the window, always feeling that the person she longed for day and night would appear at any moment.
They hadn't seen each other in half a month, not even having time for a phone call. She was busy translating scripts every day, so she didn't feel it. But as the agreed time approached, this hidden longing grew wildly.
Until today, the delay made her even more anxious at heart.
Outside was a vast white stretch; the distant mountains' once green bamboo was bent under the weight of the heavy snow.
Suddenly Xu Nianhua blinked, spotting that tall, black figure, thinking she was mistaken. She rubbed her eyes, and once sure it was Pei Yicheng, her heart leapt with joy. Her previously low spirits felt like they had just ridden a rollercoaster straight to the clouds.
"Brother Cheng."
