That night in Rongcheng, it snowed heavily.

The vast white snow is blowing one after another, like tearing wool and flying cotton, and it keeps falling silently.

Inside the hall.

Jiang Ruo finally controlled Wen Yuan, so that he was no longer angry and angry, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

With just one kiss, she turned the clouds and rain and made him collapse.

He still lost.

You will never be able to win her in this life.

The one who fell in love first was destined to be a loser in this life.

Jiang Ruo took Wen Yuan's hand, "Let's go."

Shen Qinghuan was scarred and staggered up from the ground, only to watch the two leave, gradually drifting apart.

He stared at Jiang Ruoyuan's back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull up a bitter smile, desolate and self-deprecating.

It is obviously the territory of the Shen family, but they are like no one's land, and they are free to enter and exit.

The maid came to support Shen Qinghuan, "Third Young Master, are you okay?" Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

Shen Qinghuan's eyes narrowed, and he was in an unhappy mood, "No, I can't die."

If you do get killed, that's fine.

Anyway...

He doesn't get what he wants, he lives every day, and he is just a walking corpse.

Now that there is no Shen Huaiyan, no one cares about his marriage, and I am afraid that there is a high probability that he will die alone.

Unless he's in love with someone else.

But is it possible?

..

The night was thick, and the snowflakes were like flocks of birds, falling from the sky in an impenetrable manner.

Soon, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground.

The cold wind blew through the ears, and the chill of the snowy night penetrated into the internal organs and six abdomen, which was biting cold.

However, Jiang Ruo's hand had a diametrically opposite feeling.

Warm, sincere, fiery, full of power, as if once you are caught by this hand, you will never let go.

It is the stability, peace of mind, and security that Wen Yuan gave her.

Wen Yuan raised his head and stared at the snowflakes fluttering in the void, like a flawless broken jade sprinkled by a fairy, crystal clear.

In the faint light of the street lamp, the snowflakes danced unhurriedly and shone proudly.

Wen Yuan had mixed feelings in his heart, stretched out his other hand, caught a snowflake, swirled lightly, and then slowly watched it melt.

The snowman will never survive the next day's sun.

So...

The love she buried in the snow that year was only for a few months.

Six years ago, she said that she wanted to love him for the rest of her life, but she broke her promise halfway and resolutely left, abandoning her husband and children.

Perhaps it was because he had done too much evil that he met her, fell in love with her, and was deeply hurt by her, covered in bruises, and his body was incomplete.

Desperate love, in exchange for nothing but indifference and irreplaceable.

He's always a spare tire, an alternative.

Creation makes people.

In the snowy sky, Wen Yuan gradually recalled the good times in Rongcheng six years ago.

It turns out that it has been so long.

More than 2,000 days and nights.

Six times the spring and summer solstice, spring goes to winter.

Love and hate are a kind of boundless abyss, and he has already dived deep and cannot extricate himself.

said that he didn't love and didn't want to love, but he still couldn't help but feel moved and tremble.

There is no woman in this world who can make him so careless and pour out his heart and lungs.

Wen Yuan's face was desolate, his soul was lost, and his low voice suddenly sounded on a snowy night: "Look, it's snowing again in Rongcheng." So can you love me again like you did six years ago?

He swallowed the last sentence in his stomach, closed his eyes slightly, and a line of tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes.

Those pasts have really become the past.

After so many years, he loves it to the extreme and doesn't want to ask for it anymore.

Tired, tired.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He can have Wen Hao's son, and he has long been satisfied.

As for the rest...

Let it be.

Jiang Ruo sensed his low and sad mood, his eyes darkened for a moment, and he proposed, "I... Shall I go with you?"

"Hmm." Wen Yuan did not refuse, but held Jiang Ruo's hand tighter and tighter, a little nostalgic.

Along the way, he talked to her a lot.

It should be the first time that the two have talked so peacefully and quietly.

"You're right, there are still many people who need me, who love me, and I have to live well, for the sake of my children." Jiang Ruo's heart ignited with hope and promised.

Wen Yuan said lightly: "It's good to open it if you want to."

The two held hands and interlocked their fingers and walked slowly down the street.

On cold winter nights, passers-by are few and far between, and the surrounding atmosphere is silent and mysterious.

The street lights are warm, and there is a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

The snowflakes fluttered endlessly, falling on the two of them, as if they were gray at the moment.

The heavens and the earth were all over the place in an instant, and the wind and snow filled the whole world.

At the end of the street, Wen Huai held an umbrella and stood alone in the snow, waiting for his little princess to return.

..

After returning from Rongcheng, Jiang Ruo went to visit her mother with joy.

She dressed up very formally and ceremoniously, wanting to meet her mother in the best possible way, and still imagined in her mind what her mother would look like now, full of anticipation and longing.

However...

The truth is cruel after all.

What she imagined was too good.

The mother is still the same mother she used to be, and she loves and hates her.

I haven't seen her for nearly 20 years, and although my mother has grown in age, her appearance has not changed at all, and she is still as beautiful as she remembers.

She has been lying in the hospital bed for three months, and now when she wakes up, it is January of the following year, and there is still half a moon before the whole country will usher in the Spring Festival.

And these days happen to be Pei Hanlou's birthday.

Pei Hanlou and Huo Ze are both Capricorns, and their birthdays are very close.

Her mother forced her to celebrate Pei Hanlou's birthday!

"I don't want to celebrate his birthday!" Jiang Ruoyi refused verbally.

Tang Qian sat on the main seat, her legs folded, and the queen's sense of coercion came to her face, and she couldn't refuse: "If you don't want to, you have to think about it!"

"Not only do you have to celebrate his birthday with him, but you also have to marry him and bear him children."

"Your marriage to the Wen family is not counted in my case."

Jiang Ruo has imagined countless scenes of reunion and encounter with his mother, most of which are beautiful, happy, and harmonious, wrapped in deep maternal love.

But when fantasy becomes reality one day.

The warmth of the mother and daughter seeing each other, and the tears in the eyes of hugging each other, there are no them, only cold orders and compulsions from the superiors.

They don't look like mothers and daughters at all.

No!

It should be said that she loves her mother, but her mother just doesn't love her.

Mother just treats her as an object to be given to whomever she wants, and her wishes never matter.

Jiang Ruo shed tears of grievance uncompetitively, and resisted incomparably: "I don't want to marry Pei Hanlou!" I won't marry him if I die!"

This man was going to kill her!

How can she settle a grudge with him?

It can't be done at all!

Tang Qian's face instantly burned with anger, and she suddenly got up and walked over, pinching Jiang Ruo's neck unhappily, and her tone was tough: "Whoever I said you want to marry, you must marry whomever you want!"

"You are my daughter, you can't be with the Wen family's men!"

Jiang Ruo frowned, tears in the corners of her eyes, "Brother Ahuai and I love each other, why can't we be together?"

"Love one another?" Tang Qian sneered disdainfully, "Do you know what love is? Do you deserve to be happy?"

"When our mother and daughter were almost killed, the man with a knife suddenly broke into the house on a rainy night, do you know who it is?"

Jiang Ruo: "Who is it?"

"It's your father!" Tang Qian told the cruel truth.