"Sister Xia," Su Rong called her in a low voice, her expression no longer cheerful, "Are you and Ah Juan really so destined to have no connection?"
Banxia stopped what she was doing and raised her head. There was still no emotion on his calm face.
She looked at the dripping water on the eaves. Winter had passed, and the unmelted snow was piled on the roof, turning into water and dripping from the eaves.
Banxia smiled, the falling snow water was like the quicksand in the hourglass. After it flowed, it disappeared.
Banxia looked at Su Rong, smiled, and said calmly:
"Sometimes fate is as light as a feather."
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