Something cold fell on the tip of Lu Wanning's warm nose. She opened her eyes, and more and more white dots floated down and landed on her fox fur.
Snow.
"It's snowing!" Lu Wanning trotted to the center of the courtyard like a child, spinning circles in the snow excitedly, her light pink robe and her waist-length hair flying in the wind.
"Are you... Showing your feelings to me?" Lu Wanning asked cautiously.
"Yeah."
Lu Wanning mustered up the courage to stand on tiptoes and kiss his lips!
This is the first snow in Dajing and also their first snow.
"Ning'er!" Zhao Chenglan lost all reason and crawled towards Lu Wanning with all his strength, holding the cold woman in his arms.
Her body temperature has always been higher than that of Zhao Chenglan. On many winter nights, she patiently used her small hands to warm Zhao Chenglan's big hands little by little, but now there is no warmth without her.
Hot tears ran across her cheeks and fell onto Lu Wanning's cold palms.
A snowflake fell on the drop of hot tears, and was melted away in an instant, flowing out of the palm of the hand, like Lu Wanning who was determined to leave, unable to catch it.
Zhao Chenglan looked up at the sky with a desolate expression.
The heavy snowfall that Lu Wanning had been waiting for for a long time began to fall. Covering the earth bit by bit, covering his lover bit by bit.
This year's first snowfall was delayed a bit longer than last time.
On the day Lu Wanning left, she felt at a loss.
It's like God is mourning her.
Pity her miserable life.
For more than ten years I have been treated as someone else's shadow. Being given up on the choice again and again. Blood relatives, friends and relatives died one by one in front of her.
In the past, she cherished her life the most.
In her last look at Zhao Chenglan.
It's not the unwillingness to accept one's fate, nor the happiness of having a great revenge.
It's about the relationship between husband and wife that she has had with him for the past three years.
It was the mutual use with him again and again.
She died anyway, it was her choice.
Intention: Even though people are kind-hearted, they will do wrong things involuntarily.
