Xiao Chong stood up immediately, his smile doting, "Alright."
As he spoke, he took Lin Wanwan's book, putting them together into his backpack.
As they reached the door, Lin Wanwan suddenly remembered, "Oh, I didn't bring an umbrella."
"I did." Xiao Chong calmly took out a dark blue folding umbrella from his backpack, opening it in the snow before wrapping his arms around Lin Wanwan, "Let's go."
In his embrace, Lin Wanwan looked up at him and said, "Do you remember to check the weather forecast every day?"
Xiao Chong laughed freely, "I check it occasionally, but I have some understanding of the skies."
"Haha." Lin Wanwan laughed, not taking Xiao Chong's words seriously.
The sound of snow falling on the umbrella was quite melodic, as if the entire campus had suddenly awakened.
People continuously emerged from the warmly heated library, teaching building, and study rooms, cheering and jumping for joy in the snowfall.
