The first snow in Beijing happened on November 20th.
When Jiang Tingyuan met Lin Yueming, Lin Yueming was still standing stupidly in the middle of the road, looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky.
The moonlight cast radiance on her face, and her face was half-dark, but her eyes were as bright as spring water.
Jiang Tingyuan stopped, and the corner of his clothes rubbed the uppers embroidered with silver threads, making a small beautiful arc.
On the quiet street, there were only a woman admiring the snow and a man standing in the distance.
"Why are you here?"
Lin Yueming followed the sound and saw Jiang Tingyuan watching her from the side.
"Drink," she raised her glass and smiled, her face flushed, "Do you want a drink, sir?"
Concept: ancient romance