Jiang Xue listened to the man's words, a gleam of triumph appearing in her eyes.
Xia Xiaonuan… all of this is your own doing! If there comes a day when I really leave Liang Shaochen, by then, the person he hates might not be me, but you…
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Xia Xiaonuan walked out of the café alone, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, one by one, descending onto her head. She looked up, a delicate flake landed on her cheek and melted instantly.
Many small shops along the street had started to decorate, their windows filled with colorful paintings, small Christmas trees, and Santa Claus figures placed at the entrances. Workers were busily hanging lanterns beside the street lamps, creating a warm and festive atmosphere everywhere in anticipation of the upcoming holiday.
Only then did Xia Xiaonuan suddenly realize that Christmas was approaching.
