Evening at Zhejiang University, female dormitory.
Qin Shiqing stood charmingly at the entrance, looking forward eagerly.
The first snow in Lin'an, though small, lasted quite a while and hadn't stopped yet.
Flakes of snow fell like pristine white petals, or like light and playful little butterflies, swirling around the girl and painting a harmonious and beautiful picture.
The saying "a beauty in the snow, so lovely that the mundane world fades away. As vibrant as a spring lake, with brows like the spring hills" must have been talking about something like this.
Under the dorm, a few boys waiting for their girlfriends couldn't help but glance over.
In a university like Zhejiang, such a pure and refined girl was still quite rare.
In just a few moments, Qin Shiqing's silky hair and fragrant shoulders collected some little snowflakes.
The girl was only wearing a sweater, her face rosy from the cold, constantly blowing warm air into her hands.
