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The moment the car door opened, a rush of crisp air rushed in, carrying the unique scent of air after a snowfall—clean and refreshing.

It smells somewhat like crushed mint leaves, but milder and cooler.

It also carried a faint mist of moisture, which entered the nasal cavity and invigorated the spirit.

Lin Ye got out of the car first, then turned around, reached his hand into the car, his fingers long and slender with slightly bent knuckles, his palm facing up, and stopped steadily by the car door.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, his tone tinged with amusement: "Come on, little one, watch your step."

Xiao Douzi couldn't wait any longer. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, and the buckle popped out with a soft "click." Then she grabbed Lin Ye's outstretched hand and jumped out of the car.

Uncle Liu leaned out of the driver's seat, nodded to Lin Ye, then turned the steering wheel, and the black sedan slowly started moving again, continuing towards the garage.

The taillights flashed a bright red twice in the snow before disappearing at the corner of the road, leaving only a faint tire track that meandered into the depths of the maple forest.

Then Lin Ye unlocked and pushed open the door. The iron hinges made a long "creak" sound as they turned. The sound wasn't loud, but it carried far in the quiet snowy weather.

The tremor shook off the snow piled up on the top of the gate and in the wrought iron carvings, and fine snowflakes poured down in an instant.

Xiao Douzi exclaimed "Ah!" and subconsciously shrank back, but then couldn't help taking another step forward, sticking his right hand out of his glove, fingers spread, palm facing up.

A snowflake landed in her palm. It was cool to the touch, but the coolness was quickly warmed by her body heat and turned into water, which trickled down between her fingers.

She looked down at the small clump of melting snow in her palm, the cool touch bringing a smile to her lips.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a huge courtyard, where the entire area is covered with thick, flat snow.

A very thin and fine layer of frost crystals reflected light slightly on the snow surface.

Several gnarled wintersweet trees are scattered around the courtyard, the largest of which is as thick as a bowl, with its main trunk branching off from the base.

The branches were dark brown, also covered with a thick layer of snow, while pale yellow and vermilion flowers emerged from beneath the snow-free branches, crowding together densely.

The fragrance of flowers drifted faintly to our noses on the occasional breeze, bringing a touch of sweetness.

The little girl's mouth opened silently into a circle, her eyes widened even more, and she stared blankly at the vast white expanse in front of her, then couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

"Wow, so much snow!"

And the snow was so flat and white that she almost couldn't bear to step on it.

She tilted her head and hesitated for a while before finally making up her mind, carefully extending her right foot and stepping down for the first time.

The snow underfoot was squeezed together and flattened, making a fine "crunching" sound.

When she lifted her foot, a small footprint was left on the spot, with a cat's paw in the middle of the footprint, which was the pattern on the bottom of her snow boots.

The cat's paw pattern is very clear and vivid, with a large round paw pad in the middle and four small ovals arranged in an arc on top.

The little boy was incredibly curious and stepped on the snow again with his left foot, leaving the cat paw print perfectly on the snow once more.

Two footprints lay side by side on the snow, one on the left and one on the right, like an open book.

She tilted her head to look to the left, then to look to the right, her eyes growing brighter and brighter, and the corners of her mouth curving upwards.

She stomped harder and harder, alternating between her two feet on the snow, her giggles echoing through the air, leaving behind two rows of crooked footprints.

And in each footprint, there is a kitten's paw, as if a kitten is accompanying her step by step.

After running around in circles for a few more steps, Xiao Douzi had a brilliant idea and started to draw a big heart with his footprints.

She first stepped out the left semi-circle from the concave center, and then stepped out the right semi-circle from the bottom tip.

Lin Ye leaned against the wall next to the gate, a smile on his lips as he held up his phone, his head slightly lowered, following Xiao Douzi's figure through the lens.

The screen was a vast expanse of white, with only a tiny white figure moving about, like a little sprite dancing on a white canvas.

From her first cautious step, to the footprints she made in the snow, to the repeated repairs she made to her heart, he didn't miss a single moment.

In the viewfinder, the little girl's rosy cheeks reflected the snow's light, and her eyes curved into two crescent moons when she smiled. Her unreserved joy warmed the heart.

He now completely understood why Mu Chenfeng always carried a camera with him when taking his daughter out. It seemed he needed to prepare one too, as taking pictures with a mobile phone was still a bit lacking.

After stepping on the right arc of the heart, Xiaodouzi excitedly turned around to see if her godfather had seen her "masterpiece".

When she looked up, she found Lin Ye still standing there, just holding up his phone and smiling at her. A small wave of guilt washed over her.

She was so engrossed in playing that she left her godfather standing alone at the door for ages—that won't do! She wrinkled her slightly red, frostbitten nose and silently berated herself.

She immediately ran back to Lin Ye, her footsteps echoing through the snow. She grabbed his hand, looked up at him, and her breath wafted between them. "Godfather, Godfather, let's build a snowman!"

Her voice was crisp and clear, with a hint of panting from running, and the last syllable rose slightly, revealing a sense of anticipation.

Lin Ye put away his phone, casually tucked it into the inside pocket of his coat, then bent down and tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear.

She pulled her scarf up a little, which had slipped down slightly. The soft fleece on the scarf brushed against Xiaodouzi's chin, tickling her and making her involuntarily shrink her neck.

He smiled and nodded, his voice low and gentle: "Okay."

But then Xiaodouzi looked at the other half of the snow that she had deliberately left untouched to build a snowman, and suddenly she was in a bit of a dilemma.

Unconsciously, her toes rubbed against the snow beneath her feet, her little eyebrows furrowed into an "eight" shape, and she made a long, drawn-out "emmm..." sound.

Then he muttered to himself softly, "Where should I begin...?"

Lin Ye shook the hand he was holding to get her attention.

When she looked up at him curiously again, a mysterious smile crept across his lips as he lowered his voice and said, "No problem, we have—a secret weapon!"

Xiao Douzi's eyes lit up instantly, a bright light shooting up from the depths of his eyes, coating his pupils with an amber luster.

She stood on tiptoe, her free hand unconsciously grabbing the sleeve of Lin Ye's coat, tilting her head up and asking eagerly, her voice revealing an irrepressible excitement.

"Secret weapon! What is it, Godfather?"