All the gloom in Wen Jing's heart dissipated with Zhou Sicheng's words.
Sometimes it's not really about minding, but needing to hear the comfort from him personally.
Her life with Zhou Sicheng might have its bumps and bruises, but isn't that just life?
Cherish the present.
...
On Zu He's birthday, it began to snow heavily, the heaviest snow in Suzhou in nearly a decade. The roads were slippery, and Lan Mu's grandfather stood at the door, not letting Yan Zao go out, "Don't go out today, it's not safe."
Yan Zao understood the old man's concerns and gave up the idea of queuing up for Zu He's birthday, "Got it, then I'll go back upstairs and sleep some more. Grandpa, don't you go wandering off either."
This old man was always restless, always wanting to run outside.
Yan Zao went upstairs, returned to her room, took off her coat and scarf, Lan Mu had already gone to drive the car, and she needed to call Lan Mu to tell him she wouldn't be going.