He was very tall, and Ye Fei walked behind him and counted the vertebrae protruding from the back of his neck. A breeze blew, and the tip of her nose felt cold. She saw a layer of snow falling on the boy's shoulders and between the two of them. Ye Qi stretched out her hand and the snow melted in the palm of her hand, then she believed that it was snowing.
"It's snowing, Songshi."
Song Shi turned around and looked at the girl holding the snow with her hands. The cold wind blew the girl's face red, and the hot breath she exhaled was carried to Song Shi by the wind, blending and dissipating.
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