HLM – Chapter 883 Snowflakes Flying

Eva woke up feeling a bit cold.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up in a daze. With a casual glance outside, she stretched lazily and exclaimed in surprise, “Oh my God, it’s dark? How long did I sleep?”

Wang Bo walked out with a cup of hot coffee, smiling. “You really are a sleepy little kitten. What’s wrong? Been tired lately? You slept so long you lost track of day and night.”

Eva giggled. “As if you don’t know—I love sleeping the most. Ah, waking up feels amazing. I feel energized and refreshed!”

She took the cup and sipped the coffee, then smiled even more brightly. “Having a cup of coffee after waking up… life is perfect. Especially on Christmas Eve.”

After speaking, she put down the cup, hugged Wang Bo, and nestled her head into his chest.

Wang Bo hugged her gently. The room was quiet, and the two simply held each other, feeling the rhythm of each other’s heartbeat.

Until Dale woke up beside them—her routine identical to her sister’s: a yawn, rubbing eyes, then stretching her tiny arms.

But when she looked around, she exclaimed in shock, “Huh? Where is this? It’s already dark? Why did I sleep so long?”

Hearing this, Eva quickly lifted her head to look around. Her pretty face also showed astonishment. “Right! Where is this? I didn’t even notice earlier!”

Wang Bo smiled wryly. “Honey, didn’t you used to work for the intelligence department? You were basically a special agent, right? How can your perception be this bad?!”

Eva complained pitifully, “I was sleeping in the bedroom, so why am I in a different room now? Besides, I was a data analyst—basically a desk job. Why would I need sharp environmental awareness?”

Dale jumped off the bed, ran to the window, and looked outside. Her eyes widened instantly. She pressed her chubby face against the glass and let out a series of Ahhhh’s.

Eva looked at her and said lazily, “Dale, you’re a lady. What are you doing?”

Dale turned around and screamed, “I must be dreaming! I must be dreaming! I must be dreaming! Awooo!”

Eva threw off the blanket and jumped off the bed. Wang Bo quickly draped a cashmere shawl over her shoulders.

She walked out of the bedroom, and a large floor-to-ceiling window came into view.

Outside the window, the sky was pitch dark, yet countless lights illuminated the surroundings like daytime.

Under the lights, large goose-feather snowflakes drifted and swirled in the air. Each flake was big and pure white, dancing on the wind.

When the lights shone on them, the snowflakes seemed to glow—crystal clear and breathtakingly beautiful.

In the distance, as far as the light could reach, snowflakes filled the sky. Closer by, trees, the ground, and rooftops were covered in a thick layer of white snow.

It was a pure world, the white so clean it made one’s heart flutter.

Dale pointed outside with one hand, turning to Eva and screaming, “Sister sister sister—is this real? Is this a dream?!”

Wang Bo walked over, put a down jacket on Dale, then pushed the window open. A rush of cold wind carried white snowflakes into the room.

He smiled at Eva, spread his arms, bowed slightly, and said, “Welcome, beautiful and gentle Miss Eva, and innocent, adorable Miss Dale, to Finland. Welcome to Rovaniemi—the hometown of Santa Claus!”

Eva covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes instantly turned red and watery.

She shook her head in disbelief. “No… my God… No, we can’t really be in Finland!”

Wang Bo was just about to say something emotional to deepen the atmosphere—

But Dale hopped excitedly and shouted, “Sister, this is snow! Real snow! Christmas snow!”

She ran over, showing Eva her palm. “Look! Ah it melted—see, there’s water. It’s cold! This is snow!”

Snowflakes blew in with the wind. Eva grew up in Ukraine—of course she knew what snow was.

She quickly walked to the window and looked outside. They were on the top floor of the hotel, with a perfect view. No building was taller—thousands of lights stretched out before her eyes.

Snowflakes brushed against her face. She stretched out her hands, letting the flakes land on her palms. The coldness was sharp, almost biting—but it felt wonderful.

Dale bounced beside her. “Sister sister move move! You’re blocking me! I want to catch snow too! I haven’t seen snow in so long!”

Around the hotel were many pine trees decorated with bright lights, turned into Christmas trees with countless gift boxes hanging on them.

Wang Bo shouted outside loudly. Eva burst into laughter. “Goodness, you scared me. What are you doing?”

The answer came quickly—Major Commander (the parrot) flapped his wings and flew over, holding a greeting card in his claws. He landed in front of Eva and chirped, “Ah! Merry Christmas! Ah! Freezing my feathers off!”

Wang Bo laughed loudly. Eva raised her brows and scolded in a long tone, “Miiil—itaaarrr! Why are you using foul language again? Do you not want dinner tonight?”

Major Commander pecked at his wing feathers, pretending not to hear and looking around. “Ah! Snowing! Ah! Big snow!”

Eva glared. “Did you not hear me?”

Seeing he couldn’t escape, the parrot shrank his head and whimpered, “Ah… mom! Ah… Merry Christmas!”

Eva froze. “My God… what did you call me?”

Major Commander whispered weakly, “Ah… mom… ah… Commander is good…”

Eva hugged him and couldn’t help laughing. “Of course, Commander is very good. You’re my good child. Oh God, honey, today’s surprises are too much—I can’t help wondering if this is all a dream.”

Wang Bo pinched Dale’s chubby cheek. She yelped, “Ah! That hurts!”

Wang Bo shrugged calmly. “See? If you can feel pain, it’s not a dream.”

Dale wasn’t stupid. She shouted angrily, “Teacher! How could you do that to me? Go pinch my sister!”

Wang Bo chuckled. “No way. I can’t bear to make your sister feel pain.”

Eva’s eyes sparkled like gorgeous amethysts. She stepped forward and hugged Wang Bo, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips. “I love you, darling. I love you so much.”

Dale, now more sensible, ran back to the window, stretched out her hands, and cheered, “I caught snowflakes! I caught a lot! Will they bloom in my hands?”

Wang Bo held Eva and said, “No—they will bloom in your heart. Snowflakes grow in the soil of one’s heart, and kindness is the nourishment they need.”