"Qhianqhian." Watching Luo Qianqian being brought home by Fang Youyuan, Luo Xiying looked confused, not understanding what had happened.
Luo Qianqian, seeing the three concerned faces watching her, smiled: "It's nothing. I just suddenly saw the snow and wanted to eat ice cream. I bought some candied haw for us."
Fang Youyuan dropped Luo Qianqian off at the door and then left without going inside. He parked his car at the entrance of the neighborhood, looked at the house, sighed slightly in his car, and lit a cigarette: "...Sometimes, timing really feels important."
A smoke ring slowly rose before her, then dissipated.
He showed a hint of a bitter smile: "Age really is a major obstacle..."
Luo Qianqian returned home, her face wearing a smile, but the loneliness on her face couldn't be concealed, clearly indicating she had been somewhat impacted.
"Qhianqhian." Staying in her room, she suddenly heard a voice, causing Luo Qianqian to pause before opening the door.
