His eyelashes trembled suddenly.
A drop of cold snow fell on his thin white eyelids.
With a slight movement, it melts into snow water.
Sliding down his handsome and fair cheek.
It looks like tears.
When did the person standing next to her become him?
He was not as disabled as his elder brother, who coughed all the time and always required her to take care of him.
He could pick her up.
——On a snowy day like this.
He can do many things that Meng Jingyue cannot do.
so.
Why couldn't that person be him?
Meng Jingchi, dressed in black, seemed to blend in with the gloomy sky in the distance. In the lake covered with thin ice, the red carp froze to death quietly.
Its belly turned white and it didn't move at all.
"Young Master?" The uncle was stunned. He inexplicably felt that the bright and youthful boy in front of him was a little strange.
Meng Jingchi smiled slightly, his expression normal, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, maybe the old servant is old and saw it wrongly."
The uncle laughed happily.
The boy slowly walked out of the pavilion. The cold snow soaked through his neck and seeped into his skin, making him feel bone-chilled.
Passing by the small square courtyard.
The girl was sitting in a rocking chair, lazily enjoying the snow.
The man held the bowl of fish soup helplessly and said, "You said you wanted to eat fish, why don't you eat it anymore?"
There was not a trace of impatience, only boundless pampering and love. Their snowy days seemed warm and long.
Different from his.
The moment Meng Jingchi lowered his eyes, the young man sitting in the wheelchair looked at the dejected boy with a faint smile through the crack of the door that was not closed tightly.
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