'Crunch, crunch.'
Su Qing stepped on the snow, making a sound that was incredibly stress-relieving. He had two hobbies related to rain and snow: stepping on snow and stomping in puddles.
He had only played with the latter when he was a child, and then he would get a good scolding from his mom, Zhou Hui, as it was typical naughty behavior. Now that he's grown up, he wants to play but feels he can't let loose.
Fortunately, he can still step on snow. He particularly enjoys stepping on untouched snow. If someone else has already stepped there, his interest wanes significantly, even disappearing altogether.
Luckily, in this kind of weather, snow is everywhere, and his behavior doesn't draw much attention, allowing him to indulge in a bit of reasonable childishness as an adult. It's quite satisfying.
