"This is the first snow of the year, do you want me to come over and watch it with you, or would you rather come here?"
Qin Wan turned her head and saw Mu Shaochen standing on the balcony of his house.
He was holding a mobile phone, taking pictures of her.
His tall figure leaned lazily against the wall, looking elegant and noble.
She was momentarily lost in thought.
The handsome young man from the first snow of many years ago unexpectedly reappeared before her eyes.
She hadn't deliberately tried to remember.
Yet, even after so many years, the scene remained as vivid as yesterday.
That winter of eighth grade, her desk mate said that if you spend the day of the first snow with the boy you like, you can stay together forever.
She just listened at the time.
She never thought about things that didn't concern her.
After school, as usual, she walked for half an hour to the Chu family's place.
