Mo Qishen wore a black long trench coat, making his legs look long and straight. He did not carry an umbrella, and there were thin layers of snowflakes on his head and shoulders.
Bringing the wind and the snow with him, his already somewhat cool and distinguished features now looked even colder.
Ni Yang stood at the doorstep looking at him, her head reaching just around his ears.
"I came to deliver seafood."
As soon as he said this, two people came from behind carrying a box, respectfully greeting Ni Yang, "Hello Miss Ni."
Ni Yang quickly opened the door, "Come on in."
The two people carried the box inside.
Ni Yang and Mo Qishen followed behind; as they walked, she tiptoed to brush off the snowflakes on Mo Qishen's head.
Mo Qishen squatted down, coordinating with her actions.
Ni Yang playfully pinched the snowflakes from her hair into small clumps and stuffed them into his collar, "Aren't you cold, Brother Mo?"
