"You don't have a name?"
There was another moment of silence. "How about I call you Yuxue?" The little girl's tender and innocent voice was like tinkling spring water flowing into his ice-like eyes unintentionally.
He raised his head and repeated in confusion and confusion: "Meet... Snow?" As soon as he finished speaking, another burst of snowflakes fell. The little girl's innocent smile is blurred in the snow, like a beautiful dream.
Conception: