Yan Hanxi sat up straight, lazily squinting his eyes before quickly opening them. He looked carefully and realized that the channel was broadcasting a food competition. Halfway through the competition, perhaps the director thought that just cutting vegetables was too boring, so he glanced at the handsome men and beautiful women in the audience.
He Jing was undeniably the most beautiful among the female audience members.
Her outstanding appearance and aloof temperament seemed to shine in the crowd. Her fair face appeared on the big screen up close without a single flaw, and her pair of bright, clear eyes made her even more charming.
Unfortunately, Yan Hanxi only saw her for a second before the camera focused on He Zhou.
Yan Hanxi: "..."
My third uncle seems even colder now.
Yan Hanxi felt his heartbeat calm down, the desolation of only seeing his wife once filled his chest. He picked up his phone again, walked outside the frigid cabin, braved the snow, climbed the snow-covered slope not far from his doorstep, and pressed the send button on the message he had been unable to send for days—
Spin and spin, spin and spin.
fail.
Yan Hanxi's heart grew even colder.
He sighed softly, "Good student, good student, I've suffered so much because of you. You have to make it up to me when we get back."
The heavy snow quickly covered his phone.
With such heavy snow, I wonder how long it will last.
Yan Hanxi returned to the cabin to continue watching the game by the fire. The ruthless director never cut to the audience again, severing someone's hopes.
He watched helplessly as He Zhou fought his way through the competition to win the championship, and then looked towards the audience, his usually cold and expressionless face revealing an unprecedentedly genuine smile.
...I felt even more frustrated.
Everyone else can see He Jing, but she can't.
When will this snow stop?
Yan Hanxi then remembered that there was another person at the door.
The bodyguard replied, "According to local estimates, with such heavy snowfall, it will last for at least half a month."
Yan Hanxi: "..."
I wonder if it would be feasible to hire a group of foreigners to act as Taoist priests and perform rituals.
No, he can do it himself!
...
"Third Brother, you won! You won!"
After the competition ended, He Jing seemed even more excited than the champion himself. She rushed to He Zhou and gave him a big hug.
He Zhou was bumped into and landed squarely in his arms. He was holding the trophy in one hand and He Jing in the other, and he suddenly felt that this was the happiest moment of his life.
After enduring so many hardships, difficulties, and dark times, we can finally hold our heads high at this moment.
He held He Jing as if she were a tiny doll. Perhaps because he felt that one hand wasn't enough, he tossed the trophy to Ah Long, who was passing by, and lifted He Jing up with both hands.
He Jing was lifted very high, looking at He Zhouzhi's satisfied handsome face. Her beautiful eyes curved like the moon, and the shimmering light pouring down from her eyes was like stars falling into his eyes.
He Zhou felt like he was being bewitched. He asked in a hoarse voice, "He Jing, what do you want?"
He would pluck even the stars from the sky for her!
He Jing said loudly, "I want my third brother to keep winning like he did today, and I want him to lift me up with every victory."
Upon hearing this, He Zhou's smile widened, and an uncontrollable surge of excitement rushed to his head. He tossed He Jing into the air, caught her forcefully, and lifted her high into a princess carry.
He Zhou lowered his head and replied, "I promise you!"
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