The snow continued to fall, and Ji Yebai's head was covered with snowflakes, as if his hair was dyed white by the snow.
His voice was already deep, but now, in this winter night of Chinese New Year's Eve, it was steeped in the thick of night, low and seductively enchanting, stirring the budding heart of a young girl in Ning Xixi.
She bit her cherry lips, lifting her little face and gazing intently at Ji Yebai.
"Aren't you missing a phrase..."
"Hmm?" Ji Yebai raised his eyebrows arrogantly, "Hey, Xixi, at this hour, you wouldn't still be wondering if I like you, would you?"
Ning Xixi, her thoughts poked at, still retorted stubbornly, "I wasn't thinking that at all!"
"Heh..."
His low laughter rang in her ears.
Ji Yebai lifted Ning Xixi's chin, his black eyes shimmering as if scattered with starlight, "Xixi, I like you."
From the past to the present, he had always liked her.
