Yu Momo stopped breathing. She stared in shock at the tall, broad-shouldered man standing behind Mr. Liao.
How could it be Lan Hao?
Lan Hao, whom she'd had a crush on for four whole years and still couldn't forget!
In this wintry northern landscape, adorned with white tassels, snowflakes glittered across the sky. In an instant, they became white osmanthus blossoms covering every tree, their fragrance drifting through Yu Momo's heart to that September four years ago.
The computer is closed, so I collected it first@—@~~~~·