The early morning on Xixiao Island was blanketed by a fresh snowfall, casting all plants and trees in a pure white garb.
When Wen Jiaren woke up, she noticed it was snowing outside. Gazing at the vast expanse of white snow, she became slightly dazed, remembering some unpleasant events. It almost seemed like she could see herself from three years ago, plump and unhealthy, standing beside the handsomely dressed Mu Bai, with his lips a bright red, his smile like a shower of pear blossoms, stunningly beautiful.
But behind that smile were schemes and deceit.
When Mu Xiao awoke, he saw Wen Jiaren standing distracted by the window. He climbed out of bed, put on his adorable fuzzy slippers, and ran over, hugging Wen Jiaren's legs, "Jiaren, good morning."
Wen Jiaren snapped back to reality and looked down at the little baby.
