She wanted to have a home with Fu Wenzhou.
Song Qingyou thought that once she recovered from her illness, she would definitely set up a small home of her own with Fu Wenzhou.
The car suddenly stalled when it was almost at Yalin Villa.
"What's wrong?" Song Qingyou asked.
Song Chang frowned and said, "I don't know what happened, the engine stalled. I'll go down and check... Miss, it's cold outside, please wait in the car, don't get out..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingyou had already opened the car door.
She was eager to see Fu Wenzhou.
The wind is biting cold, and heavy snow is on its way.
Despite her frail and broken body, Song Qingyou ran against the wind, letting the biting cold wind penetrate her body, and ran forward without any regard for it.
Fu Wenzhou stood at the door, leaning against the wall with his cane. He had been standing there waiting for Song Qingyou to come back ever since she left.
He has always been very patient when dealing with Song Qingyou.
The snowflakes fell again, landing on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder. As if sensing his presence, he suddenly looked up.
A figure was running towards him from a distance.
As Fu Wenzhou instinctively opened his arms and caught Song Qingyou, the smile on his lips widened to its maximum.
She was so light that even though his legs were injured, she didn't budge an inch.
The man made no mention of how he had waited for her for hours in the wind and snow, leaning on his cane.
She just chuckled indulgently and said, "Sister, I feel cold."
“It’s alright,” Song Qingyou said. “It’s alright, Fu Wenzhou.”
Backlight——
Song Changhe, Fu Nan, and Fu Bei saw them embracing and kissing in the heavy snow.
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