Chapter Ninety-Two: My Snowman...

Looking at Lin Nanshu, whose steps were still nimble, Zhou Bei said in some surprise, “Miss Lin, where are you in such a hurry to go?”

Shen Hanzhi’s gaze withdrew from the direction the girl had gone. He took a sip of tea and said coolly, “To build a snowman.”

“No wonder...” Zhou Bei then remembered what had happened the day before.

“When is Lu Yuanzhong coming over?” At that moment, Shen Hanzhi set down his teacup and suddenly glanced at the time on his wristwatch.

“He didn’t say an exact hour, only that it would be in the morning. He should be here soon,” Zhou Bei replied.

At this, Shen Hanzhi nodded.

...

Just as Lin Nanshu ran to the villa entrance, having put on her thick snow boots and ready to go out and make a grand effort, she was stopped by a servant behind her.

“Miss Lin, don’t forget your gloves, or you’ll get chilblains.”

Hearing this, Lin Nanshu halted, then obediently held out her soft little hands and let the servant put on the gloves.

Once everything was ready, she went out at last.

After circling once through the courtyard buried under a thick layer of snow, Lin Nanshu finally picked a good spot and began rolling snowballs, preparing to make the snowman’s body and head.

Every step was done just as she had done as a child, when her mother had kept her company to build one.

Because her clothes were so thick, her movements were somewhat laborious.

After busying herself for a long while, she finally managed to shape the rough outline of a snowman.

Beneath her heavy clothes, her body had already worked up a fine layer of sweat.

“Miss Lin, perhaps you should go back and rest for a while,” the servant helping her on the side could not help saying when she saw the girl’s flushed little face from fatigue.

At the servant’s words, Lin Nanshu nodded.

Just in time, she still needed to go back and find something to serve as the snowman’s eyes, nose, and mouth...

...

Under the heavy snowfall, Lu Yuanzhong drove slowly to the roadside by the lakeside villa.

After the security guard opened the gate, he drove in at a measured pace.

Yet when he saw the lawn in front of Shen Hanzhi’s villa covered in snow, he was somewhat surprised that no one had cleared it away.

Under the vast whiteness, he could not even find a place to park.

So he had no choice but to stop the car for the moment. After taking a look around, he finally found an open patch where there was comparatively less snow. He then drove slowly toward it...

However, just as he had brought the car into that open area, the front of the car seemed to strike something. He hurriedly stepped on the brakes and got out to inspect it.

On closer look, he found it was a mound of snow he had knocked over, already so ruined that its original shape could no longer be made out.

“The servants here are truly as lazy as they come,” he muttered.

The servants in this villa were simply too lazy; they had not even bothered to clear the snow here.

Just as he brushed the snowflakes from his trousers and was about to turn toward the villa, a soft voice, slight in tone yet carrying a trace of despair, suddenly sounded.

“My snowman...”

Snowman?

At the sound of that voice, Lu Yuanzhong froze and turned to look behind him.

A girl bundled tightly in a thick down coat stood about two meters away, clutching several pieces of fruit and a carrot in her arms. She was staring at the patch of snow in front of his car with utter distress.

In those clean, beautiful eyes lay a whole world of despair.