Regret Is Like Snow

"Bai Qinwan, you don't wear shoes." Si Yan half-squinted his eyes. Si Yan picked up Bai Qinwan's slippers with two fingers and walked softly to the door of the toilet. "Wanwan, you will catch a cold if you do this." He squatted down and put the slippers on Bai Qinwan's white and small feet. "Why are your feet so cold, ha~" Si Yan breathed while holding Bai Qinwan's feet. "Hey, isn't my favorite little Yan dog warming my feet?" Bai Qinwan looked at Si Yan lazily, showing his neat teeth. ——The day of going abroad "Si Yan, can you stop being so cowardly?" Bai Qinwan glared at him, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water, and his hand on the suitcase tightened. "You have no response, like a piece of wood. You, are you blaming me?" "I... I'm not" Si Yan's lips opened again and again Before he could finish speaking, Bai Qinwan turned around and walked towards the boarding gate. The tears rolling down her face fell on the cold ground of the airport. With her slender hands, she took out the sunglasses from her coat pocket and placed them on the bridge of Bai Qinwan's tall nose. The ID card that entered the gate passed by the cold machine, and Bai Qinwan never looked back at him again. If she had it to do over again, she would never do that... ——The young master is dead Bai Qinwan bought the nearest air ticket and sat in the waiting hall regardless of the slight moisture on her body from the rain, frowning and clasping her hands just praying that the plane would not be delayed. "Ladies and gentlemen: Due to heavy rain, our plane will be delayed in taking off. Please sit back and rest and wait..." The cold voice still spread from various speakers in the airport. "The flight was delayed. If I had known better, I would have been caught in the rain..." "The flight is delayed every day, and I'm still rushing to attend a meeting..." Complaints are like a tidal wave, rising one after another. Bai Qinwan's slightly trembling shoulders made it unclear whether he was crying too hard or because he was too cold. In a corner where no one is paying attention, there is a quiet lake, deep and gentle, which seems to be able to tolerate all the pain in the world. His eyes fell gently on her body, as if he didn't catch up, as if he was afraid of disturbing her vulnerability. There was endless distress hidden in her eyes, as if every trace of her fatigue and grievance was seen by him. It's a pity that he can't do it now. He can't go there because he's afraid of hurting Anhui. 'If only I could be as brave as you,' Si Yan murmured in his heart. "Just a moment, just a moment and I can stand firmly by your side." Si Yan slowly disappeared into the airport. Shocking scars wrapped around Si Yan's white wrists one after another. His arms were numb on the steering wheel... ——Half a year after returning to China A clear slap passed across Bai Qinwan's face, "Stop looking for Si Yan. Do you still have me as your father in your eyes? How long will you continue to be willful, and you will have to send me to jail to be satisfied, right?" Bai Boheng said to his always obedient daughter, "I told you not to associate with him anymore. Now that he has abandoned you, are you still rushing to warm your face and kiss your cold butt?" 'Tick-tick-tick' Bai Qinwan's stubborn mouth refused to make a sound and allowed tears to drip from his face. … Si Yan has lived in the shadow of his father's violence since childhood, until he met Bai Qinwan... Bai Boheng, a powerful tycoon in the business world, has high hopes for Bai Qinwan and has always wanted to arrange a well-matched marriage for her. Bai Boheng didn't take Si Yan seriously at all, and he didn't want to believe that his daughter would end up like this. Intention: Keep your original intention and forge ahead