As time goes by, winter gradually arrives, and the weather gets cold.

The sun sets, and then it's time to leave work.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left the company together. The latter helped the former into the car, sat in the passenger seat, fastened the seat belt, and smiled: "Mr. Chu, you seem like a child."

"Don't you know if I'm a child or not?"

"I knew it before, but now... I have my doubts."

“... ..."

Chu Fang glared at his girlfriend, vowing in his heart that once he recovered, he would show her that he was a real man!

Zhong Tingyue sat in the driver's seat, adjusted to a comfortable position, and then drove away.

It was rush hour, and the streets were congested with long queues. Zhong Tingyue wasn't in a hurry. She drove leisurely, glanced at Chu Fang, and couldn't help but laugh: "Chu Fang, you sprained your ankle, but your hand skills have improved quite a bit."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Chu Fang was also restless, his hands unconsciously falling between her legs.

"That's right, I need to practice more, I'll definitely need it in the future."

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue sensed that the hands were moving upwards, so she gently patted them and said with a hint of annoyance, "That's enough."

Chu Fang pouted like a child: "Stingy!"

Looking ahead at the long queue, Zhong Tingyue changed the subject, saying, "Look ahead, there are cars everywhere. You're still buying a car? Are you crazy?"

"Isn't a sprained ankle an illness?" Chu Fang lifted his leg. "But that's a Rolls-Royce, you know."

"Isn't it a four-wheeled vehicle?"

"You're so unsophisticated!"

"Oh right, right, right..."

The two bickered as they walked toward He Yi's house.

The house that He Yi and Wu Di bought has been renovated, and today is the day the two are moving into their new home. Therefore, they invited Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, and Yang Meina to a simple meal.

After about an hour, we arrived at He Yi's residential complex and bought some gifts such as fruit and milk.

After a knock, the door opened, and He Yi, dressed in an apron like a housewife, said, "Oh, you two are here. It's fine to come, but why did you bring gifts?"

"Just buy something."

Zhong Tingyue spoke softly, then pushed Chu Fang into the house. The latter looked around the house, a hundred-square-meter apartment, decorated in a warm and cozy style. There was a large group photo in the living room, which was He Yi and Wu Di's wedding photo.

He Yi looked exquisite in her white wedding dress, while Wu Di looked handsome in his suit. It was one of the most beautiful moments of their lives.

Zhong Tingyue stared at the group photo, slightly stunned, but quickly recovered.

Wu Di came out of the kitchen: "Please sit down, dinner will be ready soon."

Soon after, Yang Meina arrived, and the simple gathering began.

Zhong Tingyue, Yang Meina, and He Yi have been sisters for several years and have a deep friendship. The first two are genuinely happy for the latter, who has finally settled down in Shanghai and started a family after working hard for so many years.

"Come on, let's keep drinking. We won't leave until we're drunk." Yang Meina poured drinks for the two of them, but the bottles were empty. She then looked at Wu Di, who immediately took out a bottle of baijiu and handed it to her.

The three sisters then started drinking again.

Wu Di and Chu Fang looked at each other and smiled.

"Your feet?"

"Sigh, it will take some time before it gets better." Chu Fang sighed softly.

Wu Di nodded: "It's... quite interesting."

"Just call me an idiot."

"I didn't mean that, it's just that it's quite funny to twist your ankle while taking a picture."

“... ..."

Chu Fang looked up and examined the house. It was an ordinary three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, but the price was anything but ordinary, over five million yuan. With the renovations and such, it approached six million yuan. This was the price of housing in Shanghai, and it was even considered cheap.

"Pretty good."

"Just hearing your words makes it all worthwhile."

"How many years was the loan for?"

"Thirty years, I'll pay it back slowly."

"Tell me if you have any difficulties, and I will definitely help if I can. You know me, anything that can be solved with money is not a problem."

"Thanks." Wu Di clasped his hands in a fist salute. He knew Chu Fang's words weren't meant to boast; he simply wanted to help the two of them. He patted his forehead, as if remembering something, glanced at Zhong Tingyue, and lowered his voice, saying, "By the way, how's things going with you and Zhong Tingyue? Any plans?"

Chu Fang shrugged and smiled wryly, "I don't know either."

The original plan was perfect: during the National Day holiday, both sets of parents would meet to discuss the couple's progress. However, with the passing of Chu Fang's maternal grandfather, everything was put on hold, and neither family discussed the meeting, as if things had frozen.

Both sides consciously avoided talking about that matter.

Furthermore, Chu's mother still harbored hostility towards Zhong Tingyue, and everything came to a standstill.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue's relationship is still very good, even better than before, but it is frozen at the family level.

He didn't know how to change this situation, and neither did Zhong Tingyue.

The two tacitly hoped that time would gradually smooth out the barriers between them.

"Sigh, this whole thing is a mess..." Wu Di was at a loss for words.

Neither side can say who was right or wrong; it can only be said that fate played a cruel trick on them, and Chu Fang's maternal grandfather passed away at an inopportune time.

As night deepened, the party came to an end. Yang Meina got drunk and stayed at He Yi's house, while Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left afterward.

"I'll call a designated driver," Chu Fang said as he walked out of the residential area.

"I just had a few drinks, and I'd like to take a walk."

Under the dim light, Zhong Tingyue's pretty face was flushed with a faint blush, her skin was pink and tender, and her clear, watery eyes were dreamy, making her extremely beautiful.

She pushed Chu Fang toward the Tanhua residential area.

Both remained silent, and the surroundings were quiet.

"Ugh..." Zhong Tingyue exhaled, clutching her chest, "I feel a tightness in my chest."

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang frowned: "What's wrong? Should we see a doctor?"

Zhong Tingyue shook her head: "No need, I just have some things I want to say, but I don't know what to say."

The two passed by a wedding shop, which was brightly lit by incandescent lights. Through the glass, they could see the pure white wedding dress displayed on the stand, completely visible.

Zhong Tingyue stopped and looked inside through the glass. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I want to go in and take a look."

"OK."

The two then entered the wedding shop, where a female salesperson approached them with a smile: "Hello, how can I help you?"

"I'd like to look at wedding dresses," Zhong Tingyue said.

"no problem."

The saleswoman glanced at Chu Fang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and led the two deeper into the wedding shop. All around were various wedding dresses, and couples who were about to get married were trying them on.

Walking up to a dress, a pure white wedding gown, Zhong Tingyue looked at it and asked, "May I try it on?"

"certainly."

The saleswoman took the wedding dress, and Zhong Tingyue gave Chu Fang a look, signaling him to wait there for a while before heading to the changing room.

"Sigh!" A faint sadness appeared on Chu Fang's face as he sighed deeply, "Fate is cruel!"