Waiting for the Wind to Come, Waiting for Love

It's time to wake up from the dream. It's not yours after all. It's just why you are so cold. It's biting cold and biting pain. He chose her after all. The snow is still falling. Liu Ruoxin is crawling on the snow, with red despair under her body. The feeling spread, and even the last bit of connection between him and her was ruthlessly deprived of her. With a wry smile, it was okay, they had nothing to do with each other from now on. She gently touched her belly and said silently in her heart: My child, I'm sorry, you should find a good family. Ruoxin could no longer tell whether the pain was physical or mental, and her consciousness began to blur. Scenes from the past appeared in her mind. His smile, his anger, and his kiss no longer belonged to her, but it seemed that these had never belonged to her. She still smiled bitterly. This winter is so cold, so cold. I really want to go back to the past, to a year ago when no one knew anyone.