When Su Yun and An Chengling arrived, suppressed crying sounds were heard from the damp, cold and cramped room.

The two looked at each other with worried expressions.

Hearing Su Yun's voice, Zi Wang opened the door for them.

When the dusty old wooden door opened, Su Yun's eyes were shocked and her heart twitched.

There was a big wound on Zi Wang’s forehead, which looked shocking on his young face!

Su Yun squatted down with red eyes and hugged him in her arms: "How did you get hurt?"

"Aunt Xiaoyun..."

He sobbed softly, raised his lifeless beautiful eyes, and tried to act as if nothing had happened: "I'm fine..."

"Mom went to bring food to Dad, and I wanted to help her wash the dishes, but I accidentally bumped into it."

"Silly child..."

Su Yun suppressed her emotions and searched the house for bandages, but there was nothing.

She thought about it, wrote a note on the table, left her contact information, and then took Ziwang to the hospital.

The wind and snow outside the door continued to blow.

An Chengling took off his coat, wrapped little Ziwang tightly in his arms.

The two walked one in front and one behind along the narrow alley paved with bluestone slabs towards the intersection.

An Chengling held his gun high and walked in front.

He opened his lifeless eyes and reached out to catch the falling snow.

In the car.

"Aunt Xiaoyun..."

Zi Wang leaned his body tightly against Su Yun's arms and hesitated for a moment: "Can I ask you something?"

She said in a gentle tone: "Just tell me, no matter what the question is, Auntie Xiaoyun will answer you."

Zi Wang rubbed his head in her palm and blinked his lifeless eyes.

"Aunt Xiaoyun, I want to know...what color are snowflakes?"

What color are snowflakes...

Su Yun's nose suddenly felt sore and her throat was so blocked that she couldn't utter a word.

She tightly grasped Ziwang's little hand, and tried to speak several times with a trembling voice, but in the end, her tears took over...

An Chengling glanced at the rearview mirror.

The voice was steady: "Snowflakes are black."

Zi Wang was somewhat skeptical.

"Really……"

His tone became increasingly frustrated: "Mom said that the only color I can see is black... But Uncle An, what color is black..."

"Snowflakes...are they really black?"

Su Yun covered her mouth tightly, forcing herself not to cry out.

At the red light.

An Chengling handed her a silk handkerchief without making any expression.

He gently scratched Ziwang's nose and said in a gentle voice, "Yes, we are seeing the same snow."

"Very good!"

“It turns out I can see snowflakes, too!”

A smile appeared on Zi Wang's face, and his childish voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement!

The car stopped in front of the hospital.

After getting off the car, An Chengling walked around to the other side and held Zi Wang, who was wrapped up like a ball in his coat, in his arms. He lowered his head and whispered, "Walk slowly, the road is slippery."

"knew."

Su Yun smiled back at him.

In the surgical treatment room, Zi Wang was so well-behaved and sensible that it made people feel distressed.

When he was getting stitches on his forehead, he was clearly in pain, but he clenched his fists and said nothing.

There was still a smile on his face.

If such a young child had not experienced so much suffering, how could he suppress his emotions so well?

The medical needle flew up and down the tender skin. Su Yun couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she stood up and walked out.

On the balcony, the cold wind blew snowflakes onto her.

She raised her face, but tears couldn't stop flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Sheng Huai kept calling, Su Yun gritted her teeth and clicked to answer: "What do you want!"

"Sheng Huai, please stop pestering me endlessly, okay?"

Su Yun's voice sounded aggrieved.

"Sheng Huai, not everyone in this world is as lucky as you, and not everyone can make things happen with just a flip of the hand!"

"There are still many, many people struggling in the sea of ​​suffering every day just to live with dignity!"

"Sheng Huai, can you use this energy to do something important!"

"Stop acting like a psychopath and thinking about how to monitor, control, suppress, and harass me every day!"

She finished yelling in one breath, but there was no anger, accusations or abuse on the phone as one might have imagined.

After a long time.

Sheng Huai spoke softly——

"But……"

"Su Yun, my most important thing is to win you back..."

…

The corridor in the darkest corner was filled with cold winter wind.

Sheng Huai stood quietly in a crisp black wool coat.

I watched Su Yun and An Chengling walk out of the medical room side by side, and then watched them get into the car together.

An Chengling was holding a child in his arms.

They smiled at each other, then squatted down and carefully helped the child peel the candy.

The picture is warm and healing.

Sheng Huai stood quietly and watched.

The mood that I wanted to use to question him just now suddenly cooled down, and now I can't say a word.

Because Su Yun looks very happy now.

Compared to her happiness, Sheng Huai now feels more like a rat that cannot stand the light!

Outside the window, An Chengling held the steering wheel and slowly started the car.

He didn't follow.

At least today, he didn't want to follow Su Yun anymore.

Sheng Huai suddenly felt very tired.

Sheng Huai sat on the cold steps of the stairs all afternoon, staring at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze.

He read through all his romantic scandals from past years one by one.

In every photo, some bright and some innocent faces were smiling at him.

Sheng Huai felt empty inside.

I wonder if Su Yun shed tears when she read the ambiguous rumors about her husband and other women?

He tried hard to think, but had no impression.

In my memory, that gentle and well-behaved wife always greeted me with a smile.

No matter if he had lost his temper or vented his anger to her, she always smiled gently.

So I thought...she would never be sad!

Sheng Hai closed his phone, stood up, put his hands in his coat pockets, and slowly walked downstairs.

Black leather shoes stepped on the white snow, leaving footprints.

He got into the car, but stared at the steering wheel for a long time.

For a moment, he really didn't know where to go. He had been living in the company during this period. Apart from secretly driving to follow Su Yun, he was working.

When Su Yun was at home before, she always felt too busy as there were too many places to go every day.

Socializing, drinking, meetings, overtime, and...

To deal with other women.

But now Sheng Huai just wants to go home and drink a bowl of soup made by Su Yun.

He smiled bitterly and self-deprecatingly, started the car and drove towards the company.

…

Bluestone alley entrance.

A middle-aged woman with gray hair stood in the snow, staring at the intersection with anxious eyes.

As soon as An Chengling's car stopped, she rushed over impatiently and banged on the car window.

"Ziwang!"

Hearing this voice, Zi Wang, who had just huddled in his coat, fumbled to get out of the car: "Mom..."

"Wait a minute, Auntie Xiaoyun will take you down."

Su Yun gently took his hand and got out of the car.

Zi Wang's mother hugged the child in her arms, and then carefully looked at the wound on his forehead. After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Su Yun with a complicated expression.

"I saw the note you left on the table."

"Thank you... It's all my fault. I wanted to save some money to send meals to his father every day, but in the end..."

Ziwang's mother stood up and looked at Su Yun. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke softly with a puzzled look on her face: "Miss Su, there is something I don't understand..."