Many pedestrians on the road stopped to look at the first snow this year.
A young couple embraced and kissed each other excitedly, and some others took out their mobile phones to take pictures of this beautiful scene that would only occur once a year.
Tonight, just hours away before Christmas, is the first snow of the year.
Yue Ran also raised her head excitedly. She stretched out her hand, and a few snowflakes naughtily fell on her hand, which had only been warmed for a while, and instantly turned into a drop of water.
"A Yu, did you see it?" Yue Ran spoke in wonder. "It is the first snow of the year."
Looking at the beautiful smile on the corners of Yue Ran's mouth, Qi Yu also smiled at her in response.
"Yes, it is the first snow of the year," Qi Yu replied very gently.
The warm atmosphere between the two of them did not last long because the phone in Yue Ran's bag suddenly rang.
