Mo Chuxi's palm gently caressed Yan Xinxin's belly, as if greeting the little baby inside.
Yan Xinxin lifted her hand and softly grasped his hand, the wedding ring on her ring finger shimmering with a brilliant and sweet light...
Downstairs in the garden of the manor, Mo Qingning, who had already gone to sleep, was dragged up by Fu Zixin.
For no reason other than to watch this unexpected snowfall.
"Qingning, look, it's really snowing!"
Fu Zixin exclaimed with joy.
"Achoo—"
Mo Qingning sneezed beside her.
"It's just snow, you act like you haven't seen it before."
"Of course it's different, this is the first snow I've seen in An City!"
Fu Zixin retorted proudly.
"By the way, Qingning, don't forget to help me make snacks tomorrow morning. Young Master Xiao seems to really look forward to me delivering lunch boxes to him every day!"
Mo Qingning momentarily lost focus upon hearing this.
Snowflakes fell on her hair, a slight chill seeped into her heart.
