Last night, a heavy snow fell and it finally stopped howling before dawn. Heaven knows what trick the weather was playing, as soon as I stepped outside, the northwest wind started blowing again.
It's really cold!
The chilly wind swept by, whistling as it blew past like a knife cutting through my face, penetrating straight into my heart, making me shiver uncontrollably.
Zhou Jiao tightened her sheepskin jacket, shrunk her neck, and quickly waved for Ping'an to hurry back, while she turned and sped up her pace.
If I don't get into the office building quickly, this silly son still won't get in the car!
Oh... it'd be better if she rushed out from her warm house into the cold for just a moment, before darting quickly into the office.
The "silly son," Ping'an, braved the strong north wind, standing motionless as he watched his mother disappear from view before turning around to leave.
Walking on the road, he mumbled to himself, "Might as well resign."
