Pei Xi almost forgot what she had just said, and mechanically repeated, "Yes, I... I'm right."

Jiang Cheng had already straightened up. Pei Xi took a deep breath, her heart beating a little fast.

So she had been whispering in Jiang Cheng's ear like this the whole time?

She used to talk like that when she was with Miaomiao and Pei Zhi.

But they're completely different!

Pei Xi's face grew hotter and hotter. She suddenly felt that there were too many people in the room, and it was so stuffy.

From then on, until the end of the movie, she sat quietly in her seat and didn't say another word to Jiang Cheng.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when the credits started rolling and the lights in the theater came on.

As the crowd emerged from the cinema, Pei Xi was pleasantly surprised to find that it was snowing again outside.

It must have started raining shortly after they entered the cinema; a layer of it had already accumulated on the ground, shimmering softly under the streetlights, making you want to lie down and roll around in it.

Pei Xi subconsciously looked up at Jiang Cheng. The collar of his pulled-up windbreaker covered half of his chin. Snowflakes fell on the hair on his forehead, which, combined with his long eyelashes and straight nose, seemed... even more beautiful than the snow in front of him.

Pei Xi suddenly felt that he was very suited to winter.

The chill of winter suited his temperament perfectly; wisps of white mist fell onto his hair with each breath, forming a layer of frost, creating a cold and ethereal beauty.

It looks like frost.

Pei Xi coughed lightly, inwardly sighing at his own shallowness and lust.

She looked away, glancing around furtively as if trying to conceal her presence, and saw an old man by the roadside setting up a roasting oven for sweet potatoes, with smoke rising from the top.

Pei Xi's eyes lit up. She hadn't eaten this kind of old-fashioned roasted sweet potato in a long time, so she tugged at Jiang Cheng's sleeve and walked over quickly. "Come on, I'll treat you to a roasted sweet potato."

The old man was quite old and dressed very warmly. He picked out two medium-sized items for the two of them and put them in a plastic bag.

Pei Xi took it and eagerly tore it open, instantly releasing wisps of white steam.

The potato flesh was glistening and golden, and the skin was covered in syrup from baking. Pei Xi took a bite and found it incredibly sweet.

“Let’s eat as we walk,” Pei Xi said to Jiang Cheng.

She ate bite by bite, and with her clothes, she looked just like a little bear licking a honey pot.

Jiang Cheng responded gently, "Okay."

The sidewalk was wide, and they walked side by side. There were many pedestrians on the road, and cars drove past them from time to time.

The snow continued to fall heavily, and the wheels of the car crushed it into mud, which was soon covered with a layer of fresh, white snow.

It seems like there's endless snow in the sky, and it just won't stop falling.

Jiang Cheng suddenly thought, "I wish this road could never be finished."

He looked down at Pei Xi, snowflakes falling on her shoulders and clinging to her hair.

Pei Xi focused on eating the roasted sweet potato and didn't pay any attention.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision, and finally raised his hand behind her to gently brush away the snowflakes from her hair.

A few snowflakes touched his fingertips, quickly melting and turning into water before he could lower his hand.

He touched her hair.

Relying on snow.

Jiang Cheng looked down at the watermarks on his fingertips and thought, "Winter is truly a wonderful season."

He likes winter.

I like it very much.