"Chasing a sheep?"
An Ning remembered the stiff sheep and asked curiously, "Why did you have a sheep?"
"Heh heh… it's a long story."
Li Chengze gathered his thoughts before speaking. "I bought the sheep, thinking I'd bring it as a meeting gift."
An Ning's expression showed she was waiting for him to continue, but he remained silent for a long moment.
"That's your 'long story'?"
Li Chengze scratched his head, looking embarrassed. "I guess… it's not that long after all."
"I bought a sheep, and as I was leading it along, it ran away, so I chased it. The more I chased, the more it ran, and the more it ran, the more I chased. I kept chasing it until I got lost."
"When I finally caught it, I fell right into a trap."
"The sheep was pinned underneath me. I was fine, but it died, and I couldn't get out on my own."
As Li Chengze spoke, the fear of the heavy snow still lingered in his heart.
