Lin Nianhe was in her fifth month of going to the countryside when it snowed.
She stopped her bicycle and looked up at the fluttering snowflakes in the sky.
The snow in the Northeast, just like its people, was forthright and straightforward. After symbolically warning with a few scattered snowflakes of the incoming first snow, clusters of catkin-like snow were driven towards the black earth by the Northwest wind.
Lin Nianhe reached out to catch the snow but instead ended up with a pair of thick cotton gloves that were heavy in her palm.
"Huh?"
She looked dazedly as Su Yuncheng pulled out a gray wool scarf from his bag and couldn't help but ask, "You're carrying a scarf and gloves with you?"
Indeed, it had gotten much colder these last two days, but it was still far from being cold enough to necessitate such thick cotton gloves.
