"Then who do you want to accompany you?" Josnian put his hands on the steering wheel and sounded unhappy.

Ye Jiaqi choked suddenly.

It didn't make sense to him, so Ye Jiaqi simply stopped talking.

Along the way, Josnian muted his cell phone and refused to answer any calls.

The sky outside is overcast and the wind is a bit strong.

"Qiqi, when was the last time I watched the snow with you?"

When Josnian saw that she was silent, he took the initiative to speak.

In the past, whenever they were together, Ye Jiaqi did the most talking and he listened most of the time.

But now Ye Jiaqi is reluctant to talk.

I don’t know whether it is he or she who has changed in the past three years.

Time is always a carving knife, which can polish everything into a different look.

"When..." Ye Jiaqi murmured, thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I can't remember."

She was too lazy to think about it.

"In the winter when you were seventeen years old, it was nine o'clock in the evening when you had evening self-study."

Ye Jiaqi was stunned. Did he remember it so clearly?

She thought about it carefully, and it was indeed true.

That night, the wind was very strong and the snowstorm came without warning.

After evening self-study, she stood alone at the gate of the campus waiting for Qiao Zhai's driver.

The heavy snow fell unexpectedly.

Spreading freely, like catkins, like white salt.

After a while, the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of white paper, and the grass, treetops, buildings... everything turned white.

Ye Jiaqi hid under the eaves of the reception room.

The driver of Qiao Zhai can't wait to come, and he can't wait to come to the right.

Just when she was about to walk home, a black Rolls-Royce finally stopped on the side of the road.

To her surprise, Josnian also came.

Under the dim yellow street lights, the white snow turns into beautiful silhouettes.

Josnian, wearing a long black coat, got out of the car, holding a black umbrella in his hand.

His fingers are long and have distinct knuckles. When holding an umbrella, he stands alone and looks particularly good-looking.

Ye Jiaqi watched him come down not far away and stared at him, forgetting to blink.

Falling snow, street lights, Josnian.

The light cast a shadow on the ground, and he walked steadily towards her.

"I'm in a hurry? The driver has gone to pick me up. I'm sorry." He apologized to her.

Habitually, I touched her little head.

Ye Jiaqi hid under his tall body and looked up at him.

This man is outrageously good-looking.

Everything he does is elegant and charming.

Josnian curled up the corners of his lips and tilted the umbrella closer to her.

She hid under the umbrella, hiding in his generous chest.

He held the umbrella with one hand and hugged her with the other.

"Aren't you on a business trip?" She blinked and asked.

"Well, I just returned to the capital."

Ye Jiaqi's girl's heart was beating loudly. At the age of seventeen, she had already fallen in love with him.

She was so close to him, so close that she could smell the unique agarwood fragrance on his body, feeling comfortable and calm.

Leaning next to him, I felt a special sense of security.

A girl's love blooms quietly in the heavy snow.

She was content to be able to walk side by side with her sweetheart, even for a moment.

It's quite a distance from the reception room to the Rolls-Royce.

At that moment, she wished the road could be longer.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Josnian suddenly spoke, his deep voice extremely mellow in the snowy night.

"Walking back?"

In an instant, Ye Jiaqi almost blurted out: "Okay!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he scratched his little head awkwardly.
Chapter completed!