Su Ziceng never expected that Pello would actually invite her for a drink. Outside, the snow was falling heavily, and a layer of ice had already formed on the car windows.
After hesitating for three minutes, even though it was already a quarter past seven, Su Ziceng still decided to go out. She made up an excuse in her mind to check if the roses in the school's greenhouse had blossomed, yes, the place Pello invited her for a drink was the greenhouse at Kelly Women's College.
The greenhouse, which was surrounded by greenery before the holidays, had turned into a sheer pile of snow after several snowfalls during the winter break, losing its original rectangular outline. From a distance, it looked just like a big haystack covered in snow.
When she pushed open one of the greenhouse rooms, the air was filled with the scent of wet soil, a faint smell of alcohol, and a strong aroma of barbecued meat.
