After receiving such a large sum of money, Lu Qingqing discussed with Fu Yisheng about heading to the city to spend it.
Unexpectedly, the next morning greeted them with snow.
The first snowfall in Pengcheng.
At first, it drizzled lightly, mixed with snowflakes resembling grains of salt that melted upon landing. Gradually, the snow grew denser, transforming into larger flakes.
Soon after, the rain stopped, the snow intensified, and the rooftops and ground were covered with a thin blanket of white.
Compared to the heavy blizzards remembered from days past, the current snow was nothing remarkable—it's been years since they've seen snow piled three feet high or icicles forming.
Standing on the balcony, Lu Qingqing looked out at the snowy scene through the glass window. "Living in Pengcheng and Hong Kong, if there's anything to regret, it's not being able to witness the sight of snowflakes dancing in winter."