Shen Zhijin waited from morning to noon, and then continued on till the afternoon.
Just as the sky was about to turn dark, a cool feeling fell upon his forehead.
He looked up.
It was snowing.
...
This was the first snow of the year in the Capital.
Fine snowflakes fell from the dark sky. The dim street lights shone on the ground and it was soon covered with a layer of snow.
The cold wind was biting.
There was no one else on the road, and it was so quiet that he could hear the sound of his own breath.
Shen Zhijin continued to stand there with his back straight. His figure was hidden in the darkness and snow.
The art exhibition was supposed to end at five in the afternoon, but she had yet to return.
He lowered his head and waited in silence.
...
The snow was getting heavier, and the ground floor of the girls' dormitory was covered in white.
