He He chased Nan Xubai for three years, as passionately as a moth fluttering into a flame.
Everyone said that the one in the Nan family was like a cold moon hanging high in the sky. He could be seen but couldn't be touched, let alone covered with heat.
He He didn't believe it. He spent three years trying to melt the iceberg.
Until I received a calm and restrained overseas text message from Nan Xubai on a rainy night in New York: "We're done here."
He He looked at the screen, smiled, and replied with two words: "Okay."
Block, delete, everything is clean and tidy.
He is still the most dashing He Shao in Shanghai, playing games in the world without talking about his sincerity.
Later, at a top summit, the two met again.
He He was holding champagne and chatting and laughing with others, without even looking at Nan Xubai in the corner.
After the banquet, he was blocked in the dark corridor of the hotel.
The always well-dressed and impeccable Nan Shao, with a loose tie and bloodshot eyes, held his wrist tightly:
"I regret it."
"He He, I tried to clear things up and get back on track... But I found that I couldn't do it."
"When I see you smiling at others, here..." He pointed to his heart, his voice was hoarse and broken, "It hurts."
He He looked at him and suddenly remembered what he said a long time ago when he had a stomachache:
"Nan Xubai, I think you and Xue are a bit similar."
"Where does it look like?"
"It's quite cold." He said with a smile at that time.
Now, he looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch, and asked softly:
"Nan Xubai, if the snow melts, what will it become?"
Nan Xubai was stunned.
He He smiled, pulled back his hand, turned and left.
"When you figure it out, come back to me."
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Later, two strange things spread in Shanghai circles:
First, the heir of the Nan family, who was known for his rationality and coldness, began to learn how to make soup, choose paintings, and study stomach-nourishing recipes;
Second, someone saw Nan Xubai taking off his coat on the snowy Bund, wrapping He He, who was only wearing a sweater, and lowered his head to say something in his ear.
The tips of He He's ears were red, but he raised his head and kissed her.
The friend was curious: "What exactly did Mr. Nan say?"
Nan Xubai looked at the message "The soup is too salty" sent by the person on the phone. The ice and snow in his eyes melted, and a faint smile appeared:
"I told him—"
"When the snow melts, it's water. The water flows for thousands of miles and eventually reaches the sea."
"And if this iceberg of mine melts, it will be just you and He He... A hot spring."
Iceberg's sultry beauty attacks ✖️The arrogant and arrogant girl has a soft heart
Chai Wife Crematorium, but what was burned was thousand-year-old ice
He thought he loved the sun, but later he realized that what he longed for was himself melted by the sun.
Intention: Perfect