But this winter seems different; it started snowing before the New Year.
The students in other classes noticed this sudden snowfall as well, and they all stepped out of their rooms, making the corridors instantly bustling.
Since it was self-study time, the class teacher looked helpless but didn't stop everyone from going out to see the snow.
Lin Xingjie followed the crowd out of the classroom. She saw Xu Xiangyang standing among the people; looking towards the end of the corridor, she could also see Zhu Qingyue, leaning on the railing and shouting excitedly, like a little girl who had never seen the world.
She found it a bit funny.
The long-haired girl reached her hand out over the railing, feeling the soft snow falling like feathers onto her hand. A nearly imperceptible weight, melting into icy moisture, penetrated into her palm.
"Really, it's snowing..."
Lin Xingjie murmured to herself.
"It's snowy. Should we find a place to have a snowball fight when we go back?"
