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In the wide expanse of snow in front of Xia Zheng, two little figures were clearly imprinted, and when I say little figures, I actually mean drawings that somewhat resembled human shapes.

Lin Yuan paused, suddenly stopping in her tracks. She had been pondering where to find something profitable and hadn’t noticed what was under her feet. If she had taken two more steps forward, she might have crushed the "boy’s" feet.

Across from her, Xia Zheng took a long breath, "Aiyo, you scared me to death, almost turning him into a cripple with your step!"

No wonder Xia Zheng kept shouting at her to watch the path, to watch the path. As it turned out, it wasn’t the road he meant, but the "people"!

Lin Yuan gave Xia Zheng a puzzled look, then glanced down at the little figure in the snow and couldn’t help laughing out loud. Was this little figure with three strands of hair supposed to be Xia Zheng?!

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by Lin Yuan’s laughter, Xia Zheng’s handsome face blushes red. He feigned two coughs and pointed to the figure beside it, "Cough, cough, stop laughing or you’ll smash your own feet too."

"My own?"

Lin Yuan wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, only then remembering there were two little figures on the ground. She had been so focused on the three short hairs on the "Xia Zheng figure" that she had forgotten the other one.

However,

After taking a second look at the second little figure, Lin Yuan was at a loss, what was the difference? Ah, if we’re being strict, there was indeed a difference. This figure had longer and more hair, not three strands, but...

Well, Lin Yuan counted, alright, thirteen strands.

So, was this little figure a woman?

"This sparse-haired, seriously malnourished guy is me?" This time Lin Yuan laughed so hard that tears were not the only thing that came out, but she felt that her eyeballs might pop out from laughter.

Xia Zheng, with his pride severely wounded by Lin Yuan’s laughter, pouted, muttering with a sense of grievance, "Isn’t that how you draw little figures? Is mine really that ugly?"

After hearing that, Lin Yuan suddenly realized that the two figures on the ground looked vaguely familiar. They didn’t resemble the style of ancient drawings at all but were clearly simple stick figures.

"Sister, can you test me on the human acupuncture points from the notes Master gave me?"

Lin Yuan, busy working on new recipes, didn’t even look up, "Sister is busy, go find your second sister, dear."

"Second sister is also busy," Xiao Linshuang said, hanging her head in a pitiable manner.

Lin Yuan’s heart softened, and with a quick thought, she took a new piece of paper and swiftly sketched two stick figures, a male and a female, even including their most private areas.

"Here, take these two figures and practice with them."

The conversation with Xiao Linshuang flashed through Lin Yuan’s mind and she had an epiphany. No wonder those two figures looked so familiar; Xia Zheng must have been imitating her work.

What amused her even more was that she distinguished male from female in her drawings for Xiao Linshuang by the private parts, whereas Xia Zheng, clearly too shy to draw those, had used hair to distinguish them instead.

Lin Yuan felt she could almost imagine Xia Zheng’s scowl upon seeing those two drawings of hers, but she didn’t mind it at all.

Wasn’t it said that before a medic, there is no gender distinction?

Since Xiao Linshuang had started learning medicine, how could she still mind the distinction between the sexes?

"Cough, cough." Returning to the matter at hand, Lin Yuan coughed twice and curiously asked, "You called me here just to look at these two little figures?"

These two figures weren’t much to look at; one had long hair, the other short, one more, one less—oh, and they were holding hands.

With this mention, Xia Zheng, who had worn a gloomy face, suddenly turned crimson, his earlobes even tinged with pink, looking very adorable.

"Yuanyuan, this is the surprise I prepared for you, isn’t it romantic?"

Romantic? Okay, another term he picked up from Xiao Linshuang.

Lin Yuan placed a hand to her forehead, unable to recall when exactly she’d mentioned ’romance’ to Xiao Linshuang, but she was certainly delighted with Xia Zheng’s surprise.

Moreover, the attentive Lin Yuan also noticed something: although the two figures on the ground weren’t very good-looking, they were made from footprints, Xia Zheng’s footprints to be exact, which didn’t need mentioning.

The snow showed no signs of stopping at the moment, and just during the course of their brief conversation, a thin layer of fresh snow had already covered the outlines of the two little figures.