"Mmm." Grandma leaned against Grandpa's shoulder affectionately.
Not wanting to eat dog food, Jiang Li refused this mouthful of dog food, and with a bite of toast in her mouth, prepared to go next door to play with Ye Xinchu.
Yixing, holding his books, rang the doorbell: "Is Sister Xinchu home?"
As usual, Ye Xinchu used telepathy to say, "The door is open. I'm playing a game and don't want to leave the room. Come in by yourself."
Yixing then pushed open the door and closed it behind him.
Just then, Jiang Li, who arrived a step later, was ruthlessly shut out by her younger brother before she could even come in.
Jiang Li: "..."
"Yixing, you bastard!"
Yixing pretended not to hear and maliciously locked his sister outside.
It's because she locked herself out last time.
Feeling pleased with his revenge, he walked in, already bracing himself for the daily chill that would assault his face once more.
He complained again, "It's so cold every day, when will it ever get warm for a while?"
He held the book in his other hand, while his free hand rested on the doorknob. As soon as he opened the door, a slightly stuffy, cool breeze blew in.
The door opened.
The once cold room was now warm and cozy, the snow and ice melted away, and the girl's room was as pink and fairytale-like as ever.
The girl leaned against the window, reaching out her hand longingly. The wind brushed past her fingertips as she tried to grasp the cool breeze that carried the scent of sunshine.
A gentle breeze ruffled the girl's hair, and her pale face gradually softened under the sunlight.
The book in Yixing's hand fell to the ground with a thud.
The sound of books hitting the floor caught You Ning's attention.
As the two locked eyes, Yixing finally realized that it was the person he had been waiting for.
I finally woke up.
He didn't rush over immediately, but instead smiled gently, his eyes already brimming with tears.
Good morning, Young Lemon.
The pages, which should have been secured, fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.
Suddenly, the wind outside the window picked up.
One of the papers was swept up by the wind and gradually flew outside the door.
A page full of numbers, drawn in circles, was revealed.
Only one number was not circled.
1097.
Day 1097.
I said "good morning" 1097 times, and today I finally got a response.
You Ning smiled at him:
"Good morning."
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