When Yue Jinghua smiled, her eyes slightly curved like the fluttering wings of a white butterfly, as snowflakes clung to her eyelashes.
Seeing her smile, Yue Chen also knew that she did not blame him, and the uneasy heart he harbored suddenly felt relieved.
Snowflakes started to drift down from the sky, gently and steadily.
Soon, a layer of downy snow settled on Yue Jinghua's hair, and seeing this, Yue Chen used his little hand to carefully pat it clean for her, then took off his fox fur coat and cautiously draped it over her head.
Yue Jinghua, seeing this, smiled and patted the spot next to her, signaling Yue Chen to sit down.
The two sat shoulder to shoulder in the snow, the whispering wind blowing faintly in their ears, and Yue Chen's youthful, tender voice broke the silence intermittently.
