On Christmas Eve at midnight, flurries drifted through the night sky.
For southerners, even a little bit of snow could stir up great excitement.
And with today being a holiday, friends' social media feeds were likely to blow up with pictures of snow.
Yet at this moment, Cheng Zhu, who stood beside his car under a street lamp, suddenly felt less perceptive.
A snowflake landed on the back of his neck, melted instantly, and he felt nothing.
It was all because Lin Lu was standing in front of him, and it was Lin Lu who had just spoken.
"Fools fall in love."
"Well, looks like I'm a fool then."
This was Lin Lu.
"What did you say to the person you like?"
"I said it, said it."
This was Lin Lu.
"Well then, Cheng Zhu."
"Cheng Zhu, I'm not even a bit cool now."
This was Lin Lu.
The spirited girl was always so quirky yet managed to catch Cheng Zhu completely off guard.
This was Lin Lu's confession.
