"At least this brat has some conscience," the elderly Mrs. Jiang finally revealed a long-lost smile.
It's not a big deal if he forgot about them all, as long as he remembers Xiaojiu, that child is too pitiable.
"I'll go make some food and some ginger tea first, Xiaojiu must not have eaten yet tonight, we can't let her stomach go hungry," Veya said with a smile that bent her eyes, excitedly heading to the kitchen.
Mama Ju followed her as well, "Madam, let me help you."
...
The fine snow gradually became heavier, and the silver-white flakes settled on the branches, glimmering with sparkling light.
Inside the car, Li Mochan looked out the window, the hazy light blurring his angular contours.
He lifted his hand to pinch the pendant, his slightly pursed thin lips exuding strands of coldness.
Around Zhanqiao, not a single figure was seen.
Gu Xinuo sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the person with her back toward her, her face full of helplessness.
