The End of the Highway Is the Way Home

When the car stopped in the emergency lane of the highway, I thought Lu Zhi was going to the bathroom. "Nuan Nuan is asleep, don't disturb her." I pulled up my daughter's blanket. Lu Zhi didn't look back, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel: "Gu Qing, take Nuannuan out of the car." I was stunned: "What?" Su Wan, who was sitting in the back seat, said softly: "Azhi, forget it, you can still sit if you squeeze a little." Her daughter Weiwei immediately started crying: "I don't want it! I don't want to sit with that dirty child! She just coughed!" Lu Zhi turned around, his eyes were colder than I had ever seen before. "Did you hear that? Get out of the car." "Tingting is already on her way. She will be there in half an hour." "You guys wait here for a while." It's the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, on the highway, minus five degrees. I held my three-year-old daughter in my arms and watched him restart the car. The taillights were getting further and further away in the wind and snow. Until it disappears.