Joy still shook his head in a daze, apparently not understanding what was the snow described by the old man. All he could do was turn around with a helpless expression on his face and look to Zhao Youlin for help.
Seeing that, Zhao Youlin smiled and explained, "The snow that your great-grandpa described is the kind of small flowers that floated in the sky when you met Santa Claus not long ago. That was snow."
After hearing Zhao Youlin's explanation, Joy understood immediately. His eyes lit up slightly and he looked at the old man with a rather expectant gaze. "Is there snow at your place, Great-Grandpa?"
"Not yet, but soon. Do you want to go with me, Joy?"
Joy nodded. He was about to say yes when he suddenly thought of something. He turned to look at Zhao Youlin and said, "Dad, Mom, are you going with me too?"
