The scarf was a gift from me?
Luo Chuan thought carefully. It did seem like that had happened.
He had asked the system for it when he went out with Yao Ziyan on the day it first snowed.
And that was also the first time he had held Yao Ziyan's hand.
Oh, right. They had even had barbecue that night.
He had not expected so much time to have passed. The Month of Cold Winter was nearly over.
Thinking back on it now, it felt as though it had happened only yesterday.
"So much time has already passed," Luo Chuan remarked.
"Yes, time really flies," Yao Ziyan said softly as well.
At that moment, a gentle breeze blew toward them, carrying the faint fragrance of Snow Maple Flowers. The trees lining both sides of the street rustled along with it.
Under the afternoon sunlight, Yao Ziyan seemed to be shrouded in a faint glow, carrying an illusory, hazy beauty.
Her skirt fluttered, and her loose strands of hair swayed softly with it.
Many years later, Luo Chuan would still clearly remember the scene before him: a snow-covered street in the afternoon, Snow Maple Flowers in bloom, and a girl in a white dress smiling at him.
"Boss, you and my sister are walking so slowly!" Yao Ziyue's voice came from ahead. She waved at the two of them. "Why don't we just teleport over? Flying would work too."
"If you think it's too slow, go ahead by yourself," Yao Ziyan said with a smile. "Don't you know where it is?"
"I was just saying." Yao Ziyue ran over, took Yao Ziyan's hand, and said with a grin, "If I'd known, we should have come here riding the Snow Maple Pavilion's Snow Wolves."
"Snow Wolves... Those demonic beasts always feel a