Jiang Yiyu scoffed, threw the still-smoldering cigarette butt on the ground, and extinguished it with his foot. Before he could finish the rest of his sentence, Song Shengsheng said with some disappointment, "Forget it, it doesn't matter. You'll like me in the future anyway, right?"

Jiang Yiyu really wanted to tell her, "Silly girl, how could I not like you?" But saying this in this situation would inevitably seem a bit deliberate. After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "Of course."

The two, one upstairs and the other downstairs, were both in the cold wind. They stared at each other for a while, and Jiang Yiyu said, "It's too cold. Come inside quickly. I'm leaving."

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be reluctant to leave.

"Okay, good night."

"Good night."

Jiang Yiyu opened the car door and got in. He turned his head and looked through the window, and saw Song Shengsheng still standing on the balcony looking at him. He felt warm in his heart, as if the anger and displeasure he had just felt at the Jiang family had disappeared in an instant.

…

Song Shengsheng stood on the balcony and watched Jiang Yiyu's car disappear from her sight before she turned around and went back to the bedroom.

But because she was blown by the cold wind for too long, she couldn't help but sneeze, but the deer hidden in her heart could no longer contain her excitement.

She took off her shoes, jumped onto the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt, and buried her face in the pillow. Whenever she thought of Jiang Yiyu saying that he wanted to see her, and the drowning smile on the corners of his lips when he looked at her, she couldn't help but want to smile like a fool.

And it was strange that her face was burning hot even though her body felt cold.

After staying in the quilt for a while, her hands and feet finally warmed up, but her sleepiness was completely gone. She lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and checked her mobile phone every five or six minutes. She always felt that Jiang Yiyu would send her a message after arriving at the hotel.

Finally, about half an hour later, Jiang Yiyu's WeChat chat box popped up, and she received the first WeChat message from Jiang Yiyu: I'm here.

Just two words were enough to make Song Shengsheng roll around excitedly on the bed, hugging the quilt.