Chapter 153 Mother
On a winter night, snow piled up into small hills on both sides of the road, and a few streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.
At this time of day, the residential areas far from the city center are almost deserted, with only a few small shops still lit up, except for the streetlights.
The shadows of the three were stretched very long by the light. Having just watched the aurora, Wen Yanyu chattered happily the whole way, and her scarf and hat had long since fallen off in the swaying.
Beneath her long white hair, two long, fluffy rabbit ears hung loosely around her neck, making her look like a fluffy rabbit.
This scene, seen through the glass window of a street vendor, was being observed by a pair of inky black eyes filled with curiosity.
"[A rabbit.]" The boy stood up and murmured unconsciously, "[Mom, there are rabbits on the street.]"
The woman, who was tidying the bookshelf, heard the boy's mutterings and replied with a smile: "[Alexei, stop nagging. I'll buy you and your sister rabbits to raise when spring comes.]"
[Unless Old Man Frost is willing to come again, I can't catch a rabbit for you and your sister in this weather.]
The woman speaking was wearing a loose, dark gray wool dress that reached mid-calf, with a thick woolen coat draped over it.
Her long, light brown hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling on either side of her face. She had an exotic appearance but did not seem aggressive; her face was delicate and gentle.
Her gray-blue eyes were like thick ice in winter, but the tenderness in her gaze melted away the innate coldness.
As she finished speaking, the woman finished tidying the bookshelf, turned around, and ruffled the boy's black hair. "Alright, tidy up and close the door. Go upstairs and check on your sister."
The woman walked to the door, preparing to flip the sign that said "Open for Business".
There was a gentle knock on the door, and then it was pushed open a crack from the outside.
Sofia was stunned.
Wen Yanyu, who was outside the door, noticed the woman's initial movement and immediately became flustered, releasing the doorknob.
"Hello, my friend and I are tourists here and would like to have a meal. Do you still serve food here?" Wen Yanyu stood at the bottom of the steps, tilted her head slightly, and cautiously asked in both standard English and her newly learned, still somewhat unfluent, E language.
On cold winter nights, the doors of all kinds of shops are closed, and this bookstore and hot drink shop doesn't have a big door to begin with.
Wen Yanyu only opened the door a crack, and the woman didn't see the two people behind him; her eyes were only on the person in front of her.
The snow-white bunny ear hat drooped down, revealing most of her beautiful and delicate face. The corners of her eyes were slightly red from the cold, and her white hair was indistinguishable between snowflakes and strands.
The scent of snow and the warm fragrance of peach blossoms wafted into the room.
She didn't hear what the other person said at all, but vaguely heard something about wanting to eat. Sofia froze, her mind completely blank.
Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, a rabbit that's become a spirit! Such a cute little rabbit! A live little rabbit! A white rabbit! Such a cute rabbit!
Sofia's body moved faster than her brain; her eyes lit up, and she flung open the shop door. "Of course! It's so cold outside! Come in! Come in!"
Alexei stood at the door, craning his neck to look outside. At 16 years old, he was already nearly 180 cm tall, almost the same height as an adult, but his features were still immature, clearly a teenager, full of vigor.
The sudden opening of the door made the two people in the wind and snow instinctively look up into the room.
In that single glance, the appearances of the two people inside the room were clearly seen by the person outside. The two, who were about to speak as translators, froze at the same time, their expressions gradually becoming unfocused.
A kind of emotion that was almost terrified gathered in his eyes and turned into a sharp glint, formed by desire and fear, and born from love and resentment.
Countless times, in the night, in nightmares, he had personally grasped that sharp blade and plunged it into himself.
Fu Hanchuan stared blankly at the figure inside the room. His gray eyes were almost transparent against the white snow, as if they were covered with a layer of haze.
The lips moved silently, producing two syllables that were born of biological instinct.
Mother.
The cold wind howled past, and the sound was lost in the wind.
Fu Zhiyan stood frozen in place, unable to move an inch.
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