He could only let others be ruthless.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the wind started blowing in the latter half of the night. The wind whimpered as it hit the window, like a baby's cry, and it made one's hair stand on end.

Qingsi was in a restless sleep. As soon as she moved, xiaoai quickly patted her on the back. By the time qingsi was sound asleep, the sky was already bright. Xiaoai yawned and slowly fell asleep.

At dawn, the sky outside was gloomy, as if it was covered with a layer of gray.

The weather forecast said that another cold wave was coming, and there would be another snowfall tonight or tomorrow. The temperature would also drop by about ten degrees.

After you Yi woke up in the morning, he hesitated for a moment. In the end, he did not return to the bedroom, afraid that he would wake the mother and daughter up.