Everyone was fumbling around, and before long, Sang Qiao's hand had encountered another set of hands. Without even thinking about it, she knew it definitely wasn't Si Chenli.
These hands were exceedingly slender, very thin, and she was just about to let go to search for her next target
when she heard the person in front of her speak.
"Is that you, Lin Weichen?" Meng Wangge tentatively asked.
Sang Qiao, "…I am Sang Qiao."
"Sorry to disturb you, no wonder I thought these hands were so smooth and small. Ah, it's really too hard to find anyone when you can't see anything." Meng Wange let go, feeling somewhat autistic.
She had been feeling around nearby for quite some time, only touching snow and trees and not finding anything else.
And now, after all her efforts, she had found Sang Qiao!
After the two separated, they each continued their search.
