The weekend of the fourteenth week was a day of heavy snow.
That afternoon, Zheng Qing and the Gypsy witch strolled through the pedestrian street of Beta Town, eating from one end of the food street to the other. They leisurely walked by the lakeside of Bell Lake, admiring the beautiful snow scenes around the lake and the colorful light radiating from the white tower within the lake —— what left the deepest impression on the young scholarship students wasn't the stone tower on the center Island that was about to explode, but the lakeside, where the Gypsy witch slightly raised her head, her delicate lips, and that voice echoing in his ears, 'Kiss me'.
Even though four days had passed, Zheng Qing still seemed to be able to taste the sweetness on his lips.