Lu Liangwei shook her head. "No." She felt warm all over now. "If you don't believe me, you can feel my hand." She stretched her hand out from her sleeve.
Long Yang grasped it. When he saw her looking at him expectantly, he finally gave in. "Very well then."
In the end, Lu Liangwei did not manage to build a snowman because Long Yang would not allow her to touch the snow for fear that she would get frostbite.
However, just watching him build it was enough to make Lu Liangwei happy, even though she could not do it herself.
Looking at the chubby snowman under the plum tree and the man standing beside it, Lu Liangwei fervently wished that she had a camera to capture this moment.
Of course, it was just a fleeting thought.
"Well, we've built a snowman, and we've admired the plum blossoms. Can we go back now?" Long Yang's hands were cold from handling the snow, so he did not take her hand, but he stayed close to her to prevent her from slipping.
