In the wide backyard of the Snow House, there is a huge snowflake.

Snowflakes made up of cherry blossoms and petals.

The person standing in the middle of the snowflake is in white. Dark black hair, light green belt, is swaying in the spring breeze. And sun is shining brightly, he blocks the sun with his back, and looks up at her with his eyes wide open:

"do you like it?"

Xue Zhi looked at the scene in front of him, and the huge pink snowflake.

"Zier!"

"Ah, huh?"

"Zi Zhi."

"I'm here."

"Let's get married."

Xue Zhi’s reaction obviously couldn’t keep up with the development of the situation, just staring at the window in front of the window: “...what?”