The street lamps on the street were all lit, and the light shone on the white snow piles, reflecting a layer of glistening brightness, particularly beautiful.
Some merchants had snowmen built outside their stores. Looking at those snowmen, Maxwell Saxon thought of the scene in the afternoon when he and Scarlett Yates built a snowman together.
Scarlett, Scarlett...
He repeated her name in his heart twice, and with each repetition, the bitterness in his heart grew stronger.
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When Scarlett Yates stepped out of the elevator, her phone rang.
Without looking, she already knew who had sent the message.
This phone only stored one person's number, and so far, only Henry Dales knew her number.
She just remembered that Henry Dales had mentioned coming over in the evening to have dinner with her. Judging by the time, it was almost seven o'clock.
She took out her phone and opened the text message.
After reading it, she gave a faint smile and put the phone back.
