When Gong Ruini works, she's completely out of spirits, but fortunately, Zhao Guangran isn't very energetic either.
Zhao Guangran looks at the continuous flurry of snowflakes falling from the sky with all sorts of dissatisfaction.
"Why wouldn't it just stop?"
"Why is there so much snow to fall?"
Gong Ruini can't quite figure out how to feel about it; instead of snow piling up, she's thinking about independence.
Originally, she thought she would soon have her own room, who would have thought it would slip away just like that.
Though it was to earn Grandpa Mao, you can't let such a pretty girl be sad, right?
"Ni Zi, when do you think we can finish?" Zhao Guangran grumbled to himself for a long while, realizing no one agreed with him, which made him quite displeased.
Ah, Gong Ruini snapped at Zhao Guangran and brought him back to senses, "How would I know? But I'm curious, why can't we go to the river and dig up ice?"
