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Chapter 212: The White World 14

"Why are you thinking so much! It's all over now. Aren't I fine now? Don't cry. It won't be good if my uncle and the others see it later." Xu Shengyao pinched Ye He's face and said it a little lightly, but in his heart he felt

It obviously reminds me of what happened when I was a child.

"But, didn't you cry at that time?" Still unwilling to give up the opportunity to ask further questions, Ye He looked at Xu Shengyao seriously with his eyes red.

"Crying, yes! I just cried when I hid in a place where my parents didn't know. Don't tell my mother when you go back. It would be terrible to let her know." Crying, he can also cry. Someone who is so close suddenly suddenly

How could he not cry when I left him?

"Don't tell Auntie, why?" Is it difficult to talk about this kind of thing? Even Auntie can't tell it

"Because if she knows, everyone who knows me around the world will know, so you'd better not tell her. I don't want people who know me to think I'm a crybaby. In fact, I rarely cry."

I have only cried that once since I was this old!" Thinking back carefully, Xu Shengyao discovered that he had only cried that once since he was a child.

"Okay! I won't tell Auntie haha." Feeling that the sadness and anger were too suppressed, Ye He stopped crying and started to giggle.

It turned out that her boyfriend had been so strong since he was a child. He only cried once, which was unlike her. He couldn't count how many times he cried.

After seeing Xu Shengyao's grandparents on the tomb mountain, a group of people went down the mountain and returned home. Although everyone looked sad and didn't say much.

This made Ye He feel even more uncomfortable. He always felt that his mood was gloomy, as if it was going to rain. However, Xu Shengyao's hand kept holding hers and never let go.

Feeling the warmth in his hands, Ye He let go of some of his nervousness and sadness.

After staying in the village for almost a week, snowflakes began to fall slightly in the sky and landed gently in every corner of the village, pure white and flawless.

In the distance, everything is white. There are no pedestrians walking around outside. There are just endless snowflakes flying in the air, slowly falling and drifting.


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