Chapter 2271 - 728: Snowy Night

YJTC, a large flat space.

Zhang Yan sat in front of the luxurious dressing table in the cloakroom, her fingertips unconsciously caressing her slightly swollen lips, her face tinged with a long-lasting blush of shyness.

Tang Song had already left to participate in the company’s Double 12 live broadcast event.

In the spacious room, she was the only one.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but repeatedly replay that long and deep kiss.

His gentleness, the warmth of his hands, his scent...

Every detail replayed in her mind like a high-definition slow-motion scene.

So... just a mere kiss could make someone feel so...

She bit her lip, clasped her hands tightly on her lap, and buried her head down.

"Ding-dong—"

The WhatsApp notification sound startled her out of her chaotic thoughts.

[Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Zhang Yan @Lin Feifei, I’ve already set off, the navigation shows twenty minutes to the flower shop."]

Zhang Yan quickly snapped back to reality, glanced at the time, and hurriedly replied: "I’m heading out now too, should arrive around the same time."

After sending the message, she immediately stood up.

Picked up the black city jacket Tang Song had chosen for her.

It was also a bestselling product from their company, indeed very beautiful.

She carefully put on the jacket and did up the zipper.

The person in the mirror suddenly appeared somewhat different.

The sleek cut and stiff fabric accentuated her originally thin and frail figure, adding a touch of poise, cleverly concealing her inadvertent shyness and restraint.

Looking at the refreshed, even somewhat dashing figure in the mirror.

Zhang Yan’s cheeks reddened again.

She took her bag and went downstairs.

Used her phone to call a ride-hailing car, heading towards Lin Feifei’s "Petite Flora Flower Shop".

Outside the car window, the sky was dim, with lead-gray clouds hanging low.

The air was filled with a damp and cold scent.

Is it going to rain... oh no... is it going to snow?

Zhang Yan looked up at the sky, filled with anticipation.

The northern snow, the snow of Yan City.

She hadn’t seen it for so, so long.

She really hoped to see a heavy snowfall before she left.

Lin Feifei’s flower shop was located in the city center of the West Bridge district, actually quite close from here, but with the evening rush hour, the stop-and-go journey took almost twenty minutes.

She paid the fare and got out of the car.

A clear and familiar call came from behind:

"Yanyan! Yanyan! Over here!"

Zhang Yan turned around and saw Cheng Xiaoyue standing by the curb, waving at her energetically.

She had matured a lot since university, with gentle shoulder-length hair and a delicate light makeup, a well-fitting camel coat giving her a sensible professional aura.

No longer the studious girl with thick glasses from years ago.

Zhang Yan’s gaze flickered for a moment, then her face blossomed with an incredibly radiant smile.

She hurriedly stepped forward, tightly embracing her good friend.

"Xiaoyue, long time no see."

"Yanyan, finally seeing you!" Cheng Xiaoyue looked her up and down, especially when she noticed the cool and chic city jacket, her eyes lit up, "You look great, much prettier than before, and more stylish too!"

Zhang Yan, a little embarrassed by the compliments, couldn’t stop smiling, holding her hand.

The two laughed and chatted as they walked into the shop with the cute sign for "Petite Flora Flower Shop".

Pushed open the glass door.

An air mixed with the fragrance of soil and various flowers greeted them, warm and moist.

The interior was exquisitely and thoughtfully arranged, brimming with an artistic atmosphere.

Cheng Xiaoyue raised her voice and called out: "Is the owner here? A customer came to buy flowers!"

"Coming, coming!"

Along with a series of crisp footsteps, a figure in a forest-style long dress swiftly emerged from inside.

Perhaps because of a well-off and happy family life, Lin Feifei hadn’t changed much since university.

Her style remained that of a forest-inspired artistic flair.

"Yanyan, Xiaoyue." "Feifei!"

After more than two years.

The once "Romantic Trio" finally reunited in this flower-filled shop.

No trace of unfamiliarity or politeness, only pure screams and hearty embraces.

"Oh, you guys finally made it! Quick, quick, give me a hand, I’m just about to close up!"

Lin Feifei laughed, her eyes slightly moist.

She took each by the hand, leading them into the back of the flower shop.

The three immediately divided tasks and got busy.

They moved the meticulously wrapped lisianthus and spray roses back inside.

Once everything was tidied up, Lin Feifei locked the shop door, "Let’s go, upstairs."

She led them through a narrow staircase lined with dried flowers and dreamcatchers to the attic above the flower shop.

"Wow—it’s even more beautiful than in the photos!"

Zhang Yan exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

This was a completely different world. The floor covered with a soft Bohemian carpet, thrown with a few cozy bean bag chairs; the bookshelves stuffed with various poetry collections, essays, and vinyl records; a guitar, ukulele, and violin resting in the corner.

The most captivating was the small terrace at the end of the attic.

At this moment, the string lights on the terrace roof were already lit, flickering like fireflies on a summer night, making this small world incredibly cozy.

In the center, a grill was set up on a cassette stove, with several bottles of craft beer and fruit wine beside it.

Cheng Xiaoyue, having been here before, effortlessly sprawled into a bean bag chair.