It was already a chilly day when you and Jing Yuan went out, the snow crunching beneath your feet as the two of you walked home one winter night.

Jing Yuan's eyes widened when he notices light snowfall, the beautiful snowflakes contrasted with the warm orange glow of the streetlights, making it truly look like a scene picked out of Christmas movie.

Chuckling softly, Jing Yuan takes your gloved hand, free hand resting itself on your waist and pulling you closer to himself.

"Would you like to dance with me, my dove?" He tilts his head to one side, giving you his signature lazy smile.