“Dad, Wanwan hasn’t lost herself,” Su Jing said, choking back tears. “She just loves Jingting too much, so much so that she doesn’t know how to go on without him.”

Old Master Huo sighed, "Our Huo family's children shouldn't be like this."

“Dad, Wanwan has lacked love since she was a child. It was only after meeting Jingting that she received enough love. It is understandable that she treats Jingting this way.”

Grandpa Huo sighed deeply, "No matter what, I will absolutely not let Wanwan do anything rash. My granddaughter must not die for a man..."

......

During the Spring Festival holiday, Qiao Wanwan took a few days off and stayed home to spend time with her family.

Qin Shujun knocked on the door and came in. "Wanwan, this is the menu for the New Year's Eve dinner. See if there's anything you want to add."

"You can arrange it as you see fit, I don't mind," Qiao Wanwan said with a faint smile. "Sister Shujun, please give more benefits to those who work at home during the Spring Festival."

“Aunt Zheng has arranged everything according to your instructions. You are always generous, and everyone is very happy.”

"Money is just an external thing. It's worth spending some money to make everyone happy."

Qin Shujun sat down beside her. "What are you doing?"

"These are the new clothes I prepared for Eleven and Nine. Half a year has passed, and they must have grown taller."

Qin Shujun's nose tingled with emotion, "Wanwan..."

"I'm fine, it's just that I can't help but miss them during the holidays." Qiao Wanwan straightened her clothes. "By the time they come back, these clothes will probably be too small. I need to ask a designer to make more seasonal clothes to keep on hand."

“Wanwan…” Qin Shujun felt heartbroken. “Since the clothes are too small, let’s not bother fixing them. Let’s go downstairs and decorate. It’s New Year’s, so it should look like New Year’s.”

"good."

Qiao Wanwan was pulled downstairs to divert her attention, and she didn't have time to be alone until after the New Year's Eve dinner.

After finishing their New Year's Eve dinner, Huo Shiqian carried his third son out to set off fireworks.

Qiao Wanwan followed him out and put a hat on the third brother to keep him warm.

The third child was very excited when he saw the fireworks, making excited noises.

Suddenly her vision blurred for a moment, and Qiao Wanwan reached out and caught a snowflake falling from the sky.

"It's snowing..."

"It really snowed," Huo Shiqian said with a smile. "Wanwan, this is the first snow of winter."

Qiao Wanwan clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently made a wish in her heart...

......

On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Qiao Wanwan was woken up by Su Jing to go to the temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha.

The view from the snow-covered mountaintop was beautiful, and Qiao Wanwan's mood improved considerably.

"Wanwan." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.