Meng Chuyuan had avoided the camera to come over. There was no cameraman following her. Everyone else was warming up in the shed. She was the only one who saw the snow falling on the grassland.
She stretched out her hand and placed it in the air, catching two drops of snow. Not long after, they melted in her warm palm.
When the shepherd saw the snow drifting down, a smile appeared on his face. "At this time of year, the prairie welcomes its first snowfall. However, in recent years, the snowfall has been getting later and later."
Meng Chuyuan said, "Then I'm quite lucky to have caught the first snow of the year."
To Meng Chuyuan, who had never seen snow before, even though she was seeing it with her own eyes now, she still felt that it was a dream.
She retracted her hand and was about to put it into her pocket when her fingertips touched her phone. Hence, she took it out and subconsciously called Lu Qingye.