It stops snowing overnight and once again decorates B city into a white world.

The roaring wind stops, so that the people standing outside do not feel so cold.

In Han Siqi’s yard, Fu Xing is looking at the snowman made yesterday with great interest, “Wow, look, Mommy, my snowman has got fatter!”

Hurriedly closing the door, Fu Zhengzheng beckons Fu Xing to go out, “Hurry up. If Grandma Chen comes back from shopping, we will not be able to ...