The two people's eyes are intertwined in the snowflakes raised by the wind. They stare at each other. Time seems to freeze in an instant. Thousands of words, sometimes not as much as a look. At the moment, what is in her mind, her mood, her excitement, her moving, her comfort, she knows, he can understand. He has taken the initiative to appear here, and she can understand the reason for his appearance. The snow seems to be falling harder and harder. When Fangchi Xia set out, he didn't expect to come to Lapland. His clothes were just ordinary winter clothes, which were too thin. His face was red with pain. He wrapped the scarf around his neck tightly, pulled the collar, lowered his head, and wanted to cover his face. He just moved, and his wrist was pressed by one hand. Fang Chi Xia was stunned. She turned her head and stared at the hand around her for a few seconds. The hand around her is still the hand she is familiar with. Slender, well proportioned, beautiful, exquisite as a work of art. Just looking at it is a visual feast. Luo Yibei didn't say anything. His hand clasping her wrist slightly drove her to her side, lifted her thick coat, pressed her head against his arms, and wrapped her whole person and herself. Fang Chi Xia was stunned at first. After returning to his mind, the corners of his lips tilted slightly. His head rested lightly on his chest, listened quietly to his strong and powerful heartbeat, and raised his arms around his waist. After nightfall, the surrounding lights were all lit up. The two stayed near the hotel, not as dense as ordinary cities. In addition to the hotel, there were several small villas with Nordic style, and the rest were deserted. The dim light is refracted from the villa. The faint halo is like a flickering candle. It is gentle and delicate in the cold snow night. The two hugged each other like this. Luo Yibei held her tightly, ironed her with his hot chest, and put his chin against her head. He lingered gently from beginning to end without saying a word. However, through the strength of his arms, Fang Chi Xia knew that his mood was the same as hers. Fang Chi Xia let him hug her like this and suddenly felt less cold... The two hugged in the snow. I don't know how long it took. Luo Yibei slowly released her and looked at the snowman piled up next to her“ How ugly! " His sarcasm is not spared. This is the first thing he said after so many months. It's not what normal people usually say. I miss you. It's not any advertisement, but "really ugly!" Fang Chi Xia has been satirized by him since he just got his license. Now she is used to it“ I think it's good. " She didn't take his words seriously. She squatted down in front of her snowman, repaired it with a dry branch, and reapplied the scattered snow residue. She hummed a song: "when-i-grow-up, i-wanna-be-your-bride, touch your heart..." what she hummed was still the song she was most familiar with. She doesn't seem to have much talent in singing. This is the most complete one of her five tones. Lloyd's North has never liked this song since he first heard it. In the early days, he thought that she married him for the identity of the young lady of the Luo family, and this song was hummed for him. In the middle stage, he thought that this song was humming for cold prayer, and he didn't have any good feelings. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.