The first snow in December came neither early nor late. It rained all night on Monday. On Tuesday morning, Qiao Muyuan took many photos of the snow scene at the campus gate before going to class.

She remembered that the first class today was Ji Changmu's elective course, but he hadn't come to class for a long time and was always taught by a teaching assistant.

She entered the classroom wrapped in a scarf, rubbed her hands, and took off her short coat.

It was very warm in the classroom, and there was a layer of white mist on the glass.

But no one expected that Ji Changmu would come to class today. Just like before, he came in with the bell ringing, untied his scarf and took off his coat. He was only wearing a black close-fitting sweater. He picked up the chalk on the podium and wrote on the blackboard.

Write down today’s topic.

Ji Changmu had a gentle voice and spoke fluent English with a clear accent. Many girls did not listen to the lecture and only looked at him.

Qiao Muyuan sat in the corner, silently taking notes.

Halfway through the class, it snowed heavily outside, the wind blew "whirring", and a thick layer of snow quickly accumulated on the ground.

Ji Changmu glanced outside, and saw a pair of deep and reserved eyes under his fine eyelashes. He suddenly stopped talking about economic topics and wrote on the corner of the blackboard, "The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind."

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He didn't say much, he probably just thought of this sentence, didn't stay long, and continued to teach today's lesson.

Qiao Muyuan was copying the notes on the blackboard, and when he raised his head, his eyes met his.

She avoided his blazing gaze and continued to write and draw in her notebook, listening to his deep voice and the howling wind outside the window.

It’s that time of year when the snow falls again.

As soon as it snows, Christmas is coming.

Qiao Muyuan always felt that it was better when she was a child, carefree and unaware of the feeling of sorrow. Although she has nothing to worry about now, she still feels unhappy in her heart.

Her heart always seemed to be pricked by needles, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, and she didn't know why she felt uncomfortable.

After class, Ji Changmu closed his textbook and left as usual.

A classmate shouted: "Professor, will you come to the next class?"

"Come." He cherished his words like gold. After saying only one word, he left the classroom and stepped into the vast snow.

Qiao Muyuan packed up his textbooks and rushed to the next class.

But she had no intention of going to class. After class, she ran to a secluded garden in the school and stood there for a long time, holding an umbrella and dully folding a light yellow wintersweet.

She sat on a stone bench in an open space, lowered her head, took a photo of the snow scene, and posted a message on WeChat: How can I be happy?

It didn’t take long for me to receive many replies.

A (neighbor brother): Little princess is unhappy? Come to Australia and spend Christmas with you~

B (high school classmate): Oh, little classmate Qiao Muyuan is still unhappy sometimes.

C (A certain aunt): Come to aunt’s house and make you dessert. (Smile)

Qiao Chengfan: What are you unhappy about? Say it to make everyone happy.

Qiao Zhixing: Don’t you have any pocket money again?

Ye Jiaqi:↑↑That's enough for you two.

Qiao Muyuan glanced at her brother's comments and became even more unhappy, her little head drooping.

With the fragrance of plum blossoms on her hands, she was not afraid of the cold. She held her mobile phone and looked at the overwhelming snow. The white color reflected in her pupils, blurring her vision.

When the school bell rang, she walked back to the classroom carrying her bag.
Chapter completed!