After attending Gu Chen's son's one-month celebration, Xu Tingchuan and Ni Sitian came out to find it snowing.

However, the sun was still warm and pleasant. It was 2 p.m., a comfortable time of day in winter.

"Let's take a walk, I'm a little full from eating." Ni Sitian said to Xu Tingchuan as she stepped down the stairs.

"Okay." Xu Tingchuan first adjusted Ni Sitian's hat and scarf, then took her hand.

Ni Sitian looked at their gloved hands clasped together, frowned slightly, pulled her hand back, then took off one of her gloves and one of his, and put them in his pocket, smiling with pursed lips: "This is the right way to hold hands in winter."

Xu Tingchuan affectionately flicked her nose with his other hand, tightened his grip on the hand in his pocket, and slowly led her to wrinkle her nose.

The snowflakes were small and evaporated in the sun before they even hit the ground, so the two of them didn't get wet as they walked.

"Mom asked what to name the baby the other day. Have you decided yet?" Ni Sitian asked Xu Tingchuan with a slight smile.

Xu Tingchuan shook his head. It was really too difficult. The thought that the name would follow the child for a lifetime made it impossible for him to make a decision.

He's usually very decisive when making decisions at the company, but now he's been thinking about a name for months and still can't decide.

"I have four months to think it over. I'll go back and look through the dictionary again," Xu Tingchuan could only say.

Ni Sitian chuckled: "Are you going to become a Chinese language teacher if you keep flipping through these pages?"

"Don't just blame me. Have you thought of anything? You're a writer and screenwriter, you've come up with so many names and created so many characters, how come you didn't think of anything?" Xu Tingchuan shifted the blame onto her.

“How can that be the same? The names I wrote were all based on personality, but I don’t know if our child will have a similar personality.” Ni Sitian had considered this before, but she felt it was inappropriate after thinking about it a lot. She looked down at her belly and asked, “I wonder if the child will resemble me or me?”

“Of course it’s like us. There’s no reason why it can only be like one person.” Xu Tingchuan gripped her hand tightly in his pocket.

“That’s true.” Ni Sitian curled the corners of her mouth, but her eyes suddenly dimmed. She said, “I wonder what Zhi Lan’s twins are called. They are fraternal, and I don’t know if they look alike.”

"Is she really prepared not to come back for several years?" Xu Tingchuan thought of Shen Muzhi's current state and felt sorry for her.

He had seemed to be melting away in the sunlight, becoming warmer, but now he looked like he'd been frozen in a freezer.

"She probably won't be back for at least three years. She prepared birthday gifts for Xiang's parents for three years." Ni Sitian felt bad thinking about how sad and heartbroken the two elders were when they heard that Zhi Lan was gone.

The week before last, she went to visit her parents and happened to run into Shen Muzhi there, who was refused entry.

The temperature was below zero that day. She stayed at Xiang's house for an entire afternoon before leaving, and when she went out, she saw Shen Muzhi still standing there.

She didn't know what Zhilan and her parents said in their letter. Her parents seemed to not know why Zhilan wanted to leave, but they both believed in their daughter's character. They wouldn't leave so easily without saying a word unless she really couldn't bear it.

So they didn't know how to blame Shen Muzhi, they just didn't want to acknowledge him as their son-in-law anymore and wouldn't let him into their home.

She left later, and she didn't know how long Shen Muzhi waited outside the door.