Outside the window, the snow is covered with snow, and a piece of first snow is still falling slowly. Looking at the words written in the notebook, a lonely figure searching around on the street seems to be close to me like an ink painting.
——Is the you I saw really a dream? Although three full years have passed, I still remember everything I experienced with you.
——I remember your warm arms hugging me tightly from behind;
——I remember you carrying me on the road on a rainy day, the big black umbrella in your hand;
——I remember you carrying me through the streets and alleys of Qiandao Lake;
——I remember you walking with me on the snowy ground with the first snowfall, you holding my hand and the warm smile that appeared on the corner of your mouth;
——I remember you said it’s snowing. If you don’t hold an umbrella and keep walking, can you get to Baitou?
——I still remember all of this in the deepest part of my heart.
——I have been praying, hoping that God will allow me to see you again, and hope that I can see your warm smile that always lives in my memory.
——I originally thought I would never see you again in this life, but tonight, is it the first snow that makes me realize my wish?
——On the road with the first snow falling, I once again saw the smile and those eyes that remain deep in my memory...
——All of this, I shouldn’t be dreaming, right?
——Ah Chen, where are you now? Where are you? Do you know that Lianyi really misses you...
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Fu Tingfeng quietly looked at every word written on the white paper that penetrated the back of the paper, and the notebook seemed to be stained with traces of tears. The expression on his face became colder and colder, but he also revealed an uneasy feeling.
The complex expression of speech.
Song Lianyi has never mentioned her daughter's father to anyone, and Song Lianyi herself seems to be a profound mystery.
I heard from other female colleagues in the government that once they accidentally saw Song Lianyi's naked back, and her back was actually covered with hideous wounds.
And Song Lianyi also has thick bangs on her forehead all year round. If a breeze blows by and blows her bangs open, a ferocious scar on her forehead will make people feel terrified at the sight of it.
Maybe for ordinary people, they will be very curious about Song Lianyi.
Such a Song Lianyi, such a strong yet weak woman, what secrets does she hide? What kind of tortuous experiences has she had in the past?
Could it be that the man she met written in this notebook refers to her former lover, Xiao Ziyue's father?
For ordinary people like Lacey, Song Lianyi's experience has always been a mystery.
However, for Fu Tingfeng, he already knew about Lianyi's past from the beginning.
Fu Tingfeng raised his eyes and looked out the window at the slowly falling snow. His eyes, which had always been as calm as ice, were destined to never be as calm as water.
The heavy snow tonight has disturbed the hearts of many people.
And how many people will believe that on the day when the first snow blooms, the lovers who meet will feel happy.
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It wasn't until around three o'clock in the morning that Ripple finally returned home from outside, all soaked to the skin.
Ever since Fu Tingfeng left, Su Xianer has not fallen asleep again.