Outside, it suddenly became a vast expanse of white.
Snowflakes, one after another, fell on the window.
It was the first snow.
Su Nanzhi had not seen snow in a long time.
Living in the south for all these years, her memories of snow seemed buried with the departure of her parents.
She had forgotten what falling snow looked like.
With her skills, creating a fake snowstorm that looked real was not an issue, but the fake could never compare to the genuine joy that real snow brought to one's heart.
Su Nanzhi subconsciously opened the window.
A cold breeze blew in.
It crept into her body through every gap in her loose bathrobe.
For her, the biting cold was as pleasant as a refreshing autumn breeze.
The perpetual heat within her body seemed to be mostly soothed by the weather of the first snow.
The view outside the window was equally stunning.
Su Nanzhi couldn't help but take out her phone to snap a few pictures, then set what she felt was the best one as her screensaver.
