Feng Min forced a faint smile and lowered his head to take a sip of the soup.
For a moment, silence followed in the small kitchen; a hint of sadness filled the air.
Sensing the weird atmosphere, Yan Anmo glanced at Feng Min who was sitting across from her. Then, she changed the subject and talked about something else.
“You know what, Feng Min? Zhou’s brother is very funny; he is always teasing Zhou. He just hit Zhou with a big snowball during our video call earlier. Zhou also sent me a WeChat message saying that her brother had pushed her into the snowdrift, and she was so angry that she put snow directly into his shirt, hahaha.”
Seeing Yan Anmo’s efforts to change the mood, Feng Min eased his expression and acted in concert with her.
“Really? Let’s go for a snowball fight together in a few days.”