In the city in the depth of winter, it gets dark very early.
Wen Yubing's flower art studio is hidden at the end of the old alley. It only sells cold-color flowers-white platycodon, snow willow, wintersweet, and silver leaf chrysanthemum. She always pruned the branches and leaves quietly, the light fell on her drooping eyelashes, and her whole figure was like a piece of snow that would not melt.
She was used to being alone, used to being deserted, used to hiding all her emotions in clean flower arrangements.
Until that night, Su Qingqing opened the wooden door with dried flowers.
The girl was wearing a burgundy short coat, with curly hair hanging casually on her shoulders. When she smiled, the ends of her eyes were slightly raised, and her aura was dazzling. As soon as she entered the door, she was like a fire sneaking in, carrying the smell of late night wine and warmth, and crashed into this pure white world.
"Boss, I want a bouquet of flowers that is the quietest and most like snow." Her voice was light and a little cunning like a little fox.
Wen Yubing raised her eyes and paused slightly with her fingertips. She rarely saw someone so full of life.
Su Qingqing comes every day. Sometimes I pass by after get off work and bring a cup of hot cocoa; sometimes I finish work late at night, dressed in night clothes, and sit quietly in the corner watching Wen Yubing arrange flowers.
"You look like snow." Su Qingqing held her chin, her eyes sparkling, "You are clean and gentle. Can I call you Miss Xuehua?"
Wen Yubing nodded slightly, the tips of his ears turning slightly red. She heard the girl laugh and announce: "Then I will be your little fox."
The little fox always loves to tease her. He would suddenly put a hand warmer into her hand, feed her the sweetest bite of roasted sweet potato, and stay by her side silently when she stayed up late to arrange flowers, not speaking, just accompanying her.
Wen Yubing's world was originally filled with only cold whiteness and silence. The appearance of Su Qingqing made her winter warmer. She began to add a little warm color to the floral arrangements, like the light on the little fox; she began to be willing to leave the studio and follow Su Qingqing to see the late night city; she began to learn to laugh, learn to rely, and learn to slowly melt the snow in her heart.
Someone asked Su Qingqing: "You are so noisy, why do you always run to such quiet places?"
Su Qingqing looked at Wen Yubing who was arranging flowers by the window and smiled softly: "Because the snow is very clean and the fox is afraid of the cold, I want to stay with her."
Note: Exchange lives and develop love over time, attacking each other
It's a story about two girls experiencing each other's life, which will be switched back later.
Intention: Arrange flowers and mix drinks
