As time flowed by, only studies remained steadfast. Amidst her studies, Fu Ying welcomed the first snowfall of her hometown. The snow wasn't heavy, but the air was biting cold. Walking out in the morning, she suddenly noticed a thin layer of ice on the road, looking like a sheet of fragile glass covering the ground. In the distance, the mountains were draped in a continuous blanket of white.
Every word Li Xingying spoke was accompanied by a puff of white mist—the hallmark of talking outdoors in sub-zero winter temperatures. She walked along, complaining about how cold it was.
As for the cold, Fu Ying felt it was tolerable; she wore fleece-lined pants and enough layers. The only issue was that she needed a scarf. With her short hair, her neck felt drafty while walking, and breathing in the cold air had triggered her sinusitis.
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