Although curious about who was targeting them, the two of them didn't follow the footprints.
Instead, they were having a snowball fight at the foot of the mountain.
Both had extremely dull childhoods, lacking in joy. Now, having met someone on the same wavelength, they had to make up for the lost happiness.
The snowball was cold, held tightly in Xia Mian's hand, and then precisely thrown at Lu Zechuan's head.
Lu Zechuan, being agile, quickly dodged.
Back and forth they went, having a blast playing.
Laughter echoed endlessly at the foot of the mountain, resonating in the open area.
In the room next to theirs at the guesthouse, someone stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan playing in the snow.
Her gaze was complex and inscrutable, filled with nostalgia and hatred.
Once, she had also raised an innocent child.
But later, her child was killed by Xia Mian.
Her eyes deepened as she looked towards the top of the snowy mountain.
