As the year neared its end, the weather grew colder and colder.
After one snowfall during the day, a thick layer of ice had formed on the surface of the man-made lake.
The treetops were capped with frost, and they shone brightly under the sunlight.
Huo Yunque took off his jacket and walked into the living room.
"Where is she?"
These days, his first words upon returning home were always related to Song Yaoyao.
The aloof man was no longer aloof. In fact, he had a sense of belonging.
Uncle Zhang smiled. "Miss Song finished dinner and went upstairs to practice dancing!"
"Dancing?"
Huo Yunque chuckled. He lifted his hand to unbutton the top of his shirt and started walking upstairs.
What was this girl doing now?
"Miss Song is the class president, and she is in charge of organizing her class' performance for the New Year Festival! She will be taking part as well!" Uncle Zhang explained proudly.
