Ye Siyuan was a skiing master, often visiting famous ski resorts around the world; she could truly be described as an expert.
Usually, such family-friendly, non-challenging ski resorts didn't interest her at all.
But as long as she was playing with Si Lisao, she was extremely happy, like a child.
Si Lisao reached out and gently pinched her beaming face.
Her cheeks were rosy, and the cold wind made them even redder. Si Lisao took the scarf from her neck, retied it, and wrapped it snugly around the lower half of her face and her neck.
Ye Siyuan just laughed, as sweetly as if she'd eaten honey.
"Are you that happy?"
"Of course, I'm happy doing anything with you," Ye Siyuan playfully asked, "Are you happy?"
Si Lisao didn't say a word but reached out again and pinched her cheek.
At that moment, silence was more eloquent than words. Si Lisao truly cherished this time, especially watching her eyes—bright, luminous eyes that seemed to shine and reflected only him.
