Who is it...?
Rong Shang's gaze faltered for a moment as she looked at him.
She seemed to be reminiscing.
Bei Mo's deep gaze was fixed on her, and for a moment, his heart suddenly ached.
This was the first time he had felt this way in all the time they had known each other.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
He was waiting, waiting for an answer.
Rong Shang sensed it and came back to her senses to look at him.
For a moment, I felt a little awkward.
"I see."
At this moment, the man's voice had lowered several decibels.
Rong Shang looked at him, but he turned away.
He frowned slightly.
Just as he was about to leave, Rong Shang reached out and grabbed him. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to abandon me?" The voice held a hint of mockery.
Bei Mo turned around and glanced at her, his expression indifferent. For the first time, he did not respond to her words.
Rong Shang didn't want to explain anything, nor did she want to distort the facts.
She was lost in thought, that's a fact.
She just held onto his hand and wouldn't let go.
"Whoever it was, they're a thing of the past, aren't they?"
Rong Shang knew that Bei Mo's first thought would definitely be Cheng Hao.
He might assume that "Shangshang" was Cheng Hao's affectionate nickname for her in the past.
Yes, that person...
Rong Shang suddenly lowered her eyes, her gaze unreadable.
Bei Mo stared at her for a while before finally asking, "Really?"
"You don't believe me?"
Rong Shang took a step forward, closing the distance between the two.
He was so close that he could count her eyelashes simply by looking down.
"Bei Mo," her voice softened considerably, "I've already given you two sons, don't you still not trust me?"
It's not that he doesn't believe it.
Rather, it was because she lost herself in thought in front of him far too often.
It's just a name, why does she lose her mind every time she hears it?
Bei Mo felt uncomfortable.
Well, Rong Shang knew she was in the wrong.
She said nothing more, but simply stood on tiptoe in front of him.
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in, and kissed him.
The wind, a biting cold wind, blew in gusts, but Bei Mo couldn't bear to be angry with her.
He raised his hand, grabbed Rong Shang's waist, and pressed her body against him.
A few seconds later, the woman leaned against him, slightly out of breath, and said, "How about we don't call her by that name anymore?"
Actually, deep down she seemed to have a little bit of resistance.
Bei Mo remained silent for a while.
Finally, he lowered his eyes and glanced at her, giving a faint "hmm".
"Then I'll call you Chang'er from now on."
"Shang'er" sounds much better than that "Shangshang" from before.
Rong Chang's eyes flashed.
Chang'er...
"good."
They stayed in the snow for a while, and when they finally left, Bei Mo carried her away.
In his words, if you spoil me so much that I can't even take care of myself, then naturally no one will dare to compete with me for you.
On a snowy day, the woman's helpless voice drifted on the wind as the two men left.
"Bei Mo, aren't you being childish?"
...
They are truly happy.
A few meters away, under a large tree, a figure slowly emerged from behind.
She was wearing a thick cotton coat, a mask, and a baseball cap.
Her hat brim was pulled low, and occasionally a cold wind would blow it up.
A pair of bright, moist eyes were revealed.
That year, when Gu Nishang first entered Nanzhong, she bullied and humiliated her, thinking herself superior to her.
But times have changed, and that person can now freely act spoiled and willful with the person she likes.
She, Jiang Hui, was already deeply mired in a quagmire.
Gu Nishang, I still lost to you in the end.
It truly proves the saying, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."
At this moment, I watched the taillights of the cars gradually disappear ahead.
Jiang Hui couldn't hold back any longer, and hot tears slid down her cheeks.
*
(The Sixteenth Plane)
(over)
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