"I did. But I was a tomboy when I was little, so I was usually the one chasing everyone else!" He Muzi was taken aback for a moment, surprised by Zhou Fan's sudden question. Gazing at the falling snow outside the window had reminded her of her childhood back home, chasing her friends around.
"Come on, I'll take you for a walk in the snow!" Zhou Fan said suddenly. He grabbed He Muzi's delicate hand and, without giving her a chance to refuse, pulled her outside.
He Muzi was dragged along, only snapping back to her senses when he pushed open the tavern door. A bone-chilling cold washed over her face, and fluffy snowflakes began to land softly on her cheeks. She was about to retreat back inside, but Zhou Fan stopped her.
"Put your coat on right. The snow here might not be as pretty as it is back home, but at least the streets are empty. Let me have one romantic moment with you!"
