The butterfly that was still on his fingertips last second was nowhere to be seen.

She raised her eyes.

I saw the snow butterfly spreading its wings on Xiao Xiao’s fingertips.

Her eyes were once again involuntarily stunning.

It's really a pretty little guy.

...

Xiao Xiao moved his fingers.

The snow butterfly drew a graceful arc in the air.

...

After turning around Xiao Xiao for a while, Xuedie flew out along the gap in the window.

...

Xiao's mother subconsciously chased Xuedie's figure and looked out.

But I only saw the snow all over the sky.

Xiao's mother's expression was stunned.

...

"If you like it..."

Xiao Xiao's lips curled up, "You can see it anytime when it snows."

...

Xiao's mother laughed.

"good."

“…It’s really beautiful.”

Xiao’s mother tongue is filled with emotion.

"Snow Butterfly..."

...

"alright."

Xiao's mother gently kneaded her arm.

After raising it for a long time just now, I inevitably feel a little sour.

"I'm back to my room."

"I didn't expect that I could have such a surprise when I poured a glass of water."

Xiao's mother smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"When I go back and tell you to your father, he will definitely be envious."

"hehe."

As if he had thought of something interesting, Xiao's mother covered her mouth and laughed constantly.

...

"Ahem~"

Xiao's mother put down her hand and felt a little embarrassed.

"It's true, I'm so old, I'm still like a child."

Xiao's mother shook her head and complained about herself.

"However, what I just experienced..."

"It's really like a plot in a fairy tale."

Xiao's mother stroked her forehead.

"Especially when I come back now, I feel even more like dreaming."

"I've been watching Xuedie before..."

"My mind is full of stunning, beautiful..."

"Nothing else..."

...

Xiao's mother came out for a while.

Then he pinched his palm as if he was suddenly awakened.

"Okay, OK."

"I'm back to my room."

"Maybe I'll have a fairy tale-like dream tonight."

Xiao’s mother’s eyes and eyebrows were filled with bright smiles.

"You kid, don't stay in the yard until too late."

"Even if you don't feel cold..."

"It's still a little cold, right?"

A crack in the window just now, and she felt the heat on her body quickly draining, and her fingertips were a little cold.

Hmm.

Is it possible that the coldness on the fingertips is due to the snow butterfly?

...

Xiao's mother reached out and touched Xiao Xiao's hand.

It seems to be warmer than her hands.

Xiao's mother opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Then he smiled helplessly.

"You kid..."

"Okay, I won't talk much."

"Just have a good idea."

"Good night."

...

"Good night."

Xiao Xiao watched Xiao's mother walking back to the room with a cup full of hot water.

...

"Click~"

A slight sound of closing the door sounded.

Xiao Xiao turned around.

"Huh~"

As the windows opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Xiao Xiao glanced at the yard.

Snowflakes fall silently.

No snow butterfly.

The night is dark.

The plum trees emit a light halo, but they are not dazzling at all. Instead, they seem to be melted into the moonlight, without a trace of abruptness from the night.

"Chirky~"

"Yeah~"

The little head of the duck and baby spoon appears in the window.

Xiao Xiao's eyes were bent.

"Good night."

"Duck, baby spoon."

...
To be continued...