Heavy snow had fallen for a day and a night, and when Shen Li opened her eyes at dawn, she felt as if the whole world had turned white.
The musical fountain that had been alive with joyous dancing just yesterday seemed to have frozen over, wrapping everything in white. The little animals that were by the fountain yesterday had all disappeared too, leaving only a vast expanse of indistinct white.
"So cold."
Shen Li could not help but withdraw her hand; she had changed into winter clothes from head to toe, and not wanting the inconvenience, hadn't worn gloves, which left her hands feeling icy.
Huo Siyu reached out to hold her hand, warming her cold hand in his palm, and said, "Still cold?"
Shen Li couldn't help but smile, looking up at Huo Siyu and instinctively leaning toward him, she laughed, "It's really warm."
The warmth from Huo Siyu's body, the thick affection, the melding of souls, the mutual understanding—they truly felt blessed.
