In winter, it seldom snows in the south.
In the small shabby house, it had just rained, and the air was filled with damp moisture, feeling particularly chilly.
Xia Qian had been lying in bed for three days.
She had actually woken up a long time ago, but due to the illness, she felt weak and her head was dizzy, she just didn't want to move.
The lights in the room were off, and in the twilight, the dim light made Xia Qian's eyes look vacantly at the bricks and tiles on the ceiling, where water was still leaking.
Every time she opened her eyes, it took her a long time to adapt before she could confirm the fact that she was alive again.
Before she died, she sat on the forty-seventh floor, that scene of deathly silence seemed as vivid as ever.
She hadn't had time to tell Qiu Bai that she had a baby in her belly, everything came so suddenly. Just the day before, she was discussing with Aunt Xu how to surprise Qiu Bai, the fact that he was going to be a father... was so sacred.
