: "When we're 60 years old, we may not be together. Maybe by then you'll have other glamorous older ladies.""What a beautiful old woman, nonsense."In his heart, whether it was his mother or Huo Jiao's...Ho Shao-ting's eyes were deep and heavy.

He held his little sister's hand and whispered, "Okay! I won't call."

The delivery room was all white, save for the harsh glare of the overhead fluorescent lights.

Tears streaming down her eyes, reflecting white light in the lamplight...

Luke Qian, Luke Qian,

She silently repeated his name in her heart. She wasn't unwilling to hear his voice, she wasn't unwilling to hear him call her Mingzhu at this time. But she was afraid!

She was afraid that if she answered the phone, it would be someone else, or that he wouldn't even be able to speak.

She missed him very much, but she also hated him...

Lu Qian,

I really hate you!

Do you know that Shuoshuo is thinking of you

Do you know how excited I was when I asked you to go for a prenatal check-up that day

You don't know,

You don't know anything...

Waves of pain washed over her, and in the end, she was so dazed that she couldn't even think about missing him or hating him. All she could feel was the baby, pressing against her, eager to be born amidst the contractions.

A cry.

On the first day of the new year, the Huo family welcomed a new life.

Lu You, born at 3:10 am.

The name was given by Huo Shaoting!

……

Hi there.

A quaint building with pale green wooden framed windows.

Since it snows here all year round, having a cup of hot cocoa inside a warm room while looking out at the white world outside is truly something special.

But if one is confined to a room for years on end,

Even the most beautiful scenery can be tiresome.

Lu Qian stood by the window, his empty hospital gown hung loosely on his emaciated frame, his usually cold and stern face now gaunt.

The doctor had almost given up.

But he was still stubbornly living, having lived two months longer than expected.

Ms. Liu stood behind him, with a glass of white water and medicine in her hand.

He whispered, "It's time for your medicine!"

Lu Qian, however, seemed not to have heard.

He stared silently at the raging snowstorm outside, murmuring, "Today is New Year's Day! It must be very lively back home."

Secretary Liu's nose felt sour.

He perked up and smiled, "Yes, if it were an ordinary day, Lu Garden would certainly be hung with many red lanterns. Grandmother would definitely have fried lots of meat dumplings, each golden and crispy, your favorite."

Lu Qian murmured, "It's also her favorite!"

Secretary Liu couldn't reply, and after a long pause, he cautiously said, "Shall we give Miss a call and inquire about it It's been due for some time now."

Lu Qian lightly touched the phone in his pocket.

He hesitated for a day, but still didn't make the call. He would rather be dead in her heart.

"Not this time!"

Why give her hope...

Secretary Liu was very saddened and stepped forward to persuade, "Take your medicine! After taking the medicine, you should go to sleep! I ordered some rice cakes for you, it took me a long time to find them from several stores. Try one bite when you wake up."

Lu Qian ate the medicine.

He lay flat in bed, a nurse came in to disconnect his medical instruments.

He tilted his head, watching the pipes.

The phone in my hand, clenched and released.

Lu Qian rarely fell asleep, he had a dream, and dreamed of Mingzhu.

He dreamed of a hospital.

That was when Wen Mansheng and Huo Xi were young. He dreamt that he was still strong, and that Mingzhu was still vibrant and youthful.

Her bearing and mannerisms were very much like those of Little Hoshi.

She would stare intently at him, calling him Uncle Lu, and carefully peeking at him.

As vivid as they were in a dream.

Just in his arms, gently stroking his face, she said: "Lu Qian, I don't blame you!"

Awaken.

The ward was still white, and even outside, it stretched as far as the eye could see.

Lu Qian gently closed his eyes.

He thought he should get some more sleep...

The ward was warm, but he felt a chill run through him. His life, like an unpolished pearl, had no gleam to it.

Ms. Liu probably went to get the rice cakes.

The ward only had a female nurse who was foreign and slightly overweight.

Lu Qian really wants to return to China.

I miss you so much…

He missed the wisteria in the Lu Yuan garden, he missed the meat dumplings made by his grandmother, and he also missed that apartment on Guangyuan Road, that was his true home with Mingzhu.

But he can't.

As long as he has breath in him, he is unwilling to give up.

Even if she hated him to the core, even if he lived to return, he would never again possess that person.

He does not regret it.

Lu Qian couldn't sleep.

He got up and leaned against the headboard, folding paper airplanes one by one. Those were Shuo Shuo's favorites. The little guy had told him before that when he grew up, he wanted to invent a kind of airplane that could get to city C as soon as you opened your eyes.

He said he missed his maternal grandfather.

Lu Qian's pale fingers trembled: "This foolish boy."

Secretary Liu came back braving the wind and snow.

He exuded a chill as he shivered at the door and said, "You're awake! Just in time... this rice cake is still warm."

Come in, and see those paper airplanes. This time was the same. As soon as the concert ended, Qiao Jingnian was surrounded by reporters who asked him about his next itinerary and his private life.When asked about his love life, Qiao Jingni...