Qiao Yin suddenly laughed, "Around this time last year, you made a snowman for me. Do you still remember? It was a bit bigger than this one!"
"I remember."
Lu Lingche paused slightly while warming her hands. It was the first snowman he had ever made in his life. Although it was quite rough and even somewhat perfunctory at the time, she was delighted and had joyously held onto that snowman for a long time.
The reason he made her a snowman was because he had already decided he would marry her. So when she said she liked snowmen, he made one for her on the spot.
Engaging in such a childish act was not really his style. Looking back now, she had already been very different in his heart by then, which was why he could break his own rules.
He gripped her cold hands and asked softly, "Do you like snowmen that much?"
"Yes, whenever it snowed during my childhood, my mom would make a beautiful snowman for me, so I always feel that a snowman represents a kind of love."