Back at home, Su Ningyan told the little ones the news that Lin Liuliu had woken up.
At this moment, the house finally regained some laughter.
Su Ningyan returned to her room, and these past few days, she had been living in constant worry, never feeling at ease.
She looked out the window as it snowed again. This winter in Ning City, it seemed the snow lasted longer than in previous years.
Winter is cold, but a timely snow promises a good harvest year.
When spring comes next year, she hopes for better days ahead.
Zhuo Junyue went in to run the bathwater, and when he came out, he saw Su Ningyan staring intently at the snowflakes dancing outside the window.
He walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, "Honey..."
Su Ningyan leaned against him, "I used to be very afraid of the cold, scared that winter clothes wouldn't keep me warm. Darling, I'm not afraid anymore."
Zhuo Junyue nodded, "Mm, with me here, there's nothing to fear."
