"Mom, I don't want to be here anymore."

"Where do you want to go? Study abroad, or go to an international school in another city? Mom will help you with that."

"I... I haven't decided yet, but I just don't want to see him."

Wang Yanxin walked over and apologized to the two men on behalf of her son.

"It's okay, you have to experience the bitterness of love eventually."

These words were spoken not only to Sheng Xuanxuan, but also to Wang Yanqing.

After all, he was about to embark on a long and arduous journey to win back his wife.

I don't want to eat cheese sausage for the rest of my life.

...

Forty years later, in a small Swiss town.

Sheng Xuanxuan and Sheng Jingzhou led the children in building a snowman.

Sheng Linghan made a cup of hot chocolate and fed it to Fu Yu, who was lying in the rocking chair, bite by bite.

Time flies so fast; it seems like only yesterday he met Fu Yu for the first time.

At the wedding, saying he would spend his life with her was just a fleeting moment.

And now, he is already holding Fu Yu's hand.

We have lived through countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters.

"We're all getting old."

"But my knees are still healthy."

Fu Yu rolled her eyes, wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, and punched Sheng Linghan's shoulder, "You old lecher."

"I can never be serious in front of my wife."

"Grandpa, Grandma!"

The boy waved vigorously, signaling them to come and build a snowman together.

There are already two snowmen in the snow.

The branches of their hands are tightly intertwined, like lovers who will never be separated.

Hand in hand, we spent the long winter nights together.

Inside, Sheng Linghan held Fu Yu's hand tightly.

He never let go, not even in death.

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The tenth world has been repaired.

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