The air was cold and crisp before entering the hospital, though it wasn't snowing. By the time we finished our business and stepped outside, the ground was already covered in a layer of snow. Looking up, I saw snow falling in thick, goose-feather flakes, and my footsteps crunched against the ground—it was quite an atmospheric sight.
Brother Zhao, completely unbothered by the world around him, just kept his head down and marched forward. Jiang Yan, however, noticed I had fallen behind and deliberately slowed his pace to wait for me. As we walked side by side, I clearly saw a snowflake land on his long eyelashes, only to vanish the moment he blinked.
Perhaps we had grown distant after not seeing each other for a while. Or perhaps it was the memory of the answer I owed him from the last time we parted that left my heart in such a tangle. I was here, anxious and worried, while he seemed to have forgotten all about it, asking about my brother’s recent situation with a natural, easy expression.
Chapter 168