Two people's eyes are intertwined in the snowflakes raised by the wind. They just stare at each other. Time seems to freeze in an instant.

A thousand words, sometimes less than a look to tell more.

At the moment, what she was thinking, her mood, her excitement, her touch, her joy, she knew that he could understand.

He has been here on his own initiative, and she can understand the reason why he appeared.

The snow seems to be falling more and more heavily.

Fangchi Xia didn't think that she would come to Lapland when she set out. Her clothes were just ordinary winter clothes, too thin.

His face was red with pain. He wrapped the scarf around his neck tightly, pulled the neckline, and hung his head down to cover his face. When he just made a move, his wrist was pressed by one hand.

Fang Chi Xia Leng Leng, side head Zheng ran, staring at the hand nearby for a few seconds.

The hand around her is the one she is familiar with.

Slender, well-balanced bones, beautiful, artworks like exquisite, just looking at, is a visual feast.

Luo Yibei didn't say anything. He pushed her to his side with his hand clasping her wrist, lifted his thick coat, pressed her head against his arms, and wrapped her whole person and himself.

Fang Chi Xia was stunned at first. When he recovered, his lips turned slightly up.

Head light pillow in his chest, quietly listening to his strong heartbeat, raised arms to ring his waist.

At night, the surrounding lights have all lit up.

The hotel they stayed in was not as dense as the general city. Apart from the hotel, there were a few small villas with Nordic style, and the rest of the place was deserted.

The hazy light refracts from the villa, and the faint halo is like a flickering candle, gentle and delicate in the cold snow night.

They hugged each other like this. Loybei held her tightly. Her hot chest was ironing her, her chin was against her head, and he kept rubbing gently. He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

However, through the strength of his arms, Fang Chi Xia knows that his mood is the same as hers.

Fang Chi Xia let him hold him like this, and suddenly he didn't feel so cold

They just hugged each other in the snow. I don't know how long later, Luo Yibei slowly released her, turned his head and looked at her snowman.

"How ugly His sarcasm is not spared.

This is the first sentence he said after they met after so many months.

I miss you, not any advertisement, but "really ugly!"

Fang Chi Xia was satirized by him as soon as he got his license. Now she is used to it.

"I think it's good." Not taking his words seriously, she squatted down in front of her snowman, took a dry branch and repaired it. While daubing the scattered snow debris on it, she hummed a song:

"when-i-grow-up, i-wanna-be-your-bride, touch your heart..."

She hummed the song she knew best.

She doesn't seem to have any talent in singing, which is the most complete of her five notes.

From the first time he heard this song, Luo Yibei didn't like it at all.

In the early days, he thought that she married him for the identity of the young lady of the Luo family. This song is also for him.

In the middle period, he thought that the song was for the sake of praying for the cold, and he didn't have any good feelings.

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