In a dim corner of the park,
the snow kept falling.
Lin Lu wore a black scarf, which two fingers pulled downwards in a slow motion. Beneath it, half of her small face appeared before Cheng Zhu.
Throughout the process, Cheng Zhu kept his eyes on hers.
Lin Lu saw those slender fingers getting incredibly close to her face, making the scene vividly clear to her.
Strangely, despite there being no physical contact,
the act of pulling down the scarf quickened her heartbeat, made her breath short, and even caused her entire body to tense up in that instant; she felt her body stiffening.
Cheng Zhu could distinctly feel the hand he was holding tighten its grip.
The other hand, not held by him, was clenching the clothes in her pocket tightly.
In the night with drifting snow, Lin Lu's lively eyes shimmered with complex but incredibly bright emotions.
Due to the suddenness, her small mouth was still slightly open.
