After the sisters' gathering, An'an went straight home and stayed in her room.
With the approach of New Year's Eve inching closer, the scene outside the window was bustling with excitement, yet she couldn't feel the festive atmosphere at all.
She took a coat left by Su Yan from the wardrobe, put it on, and sat by the window alone, imagining the scene from her childhood, sitting in his arms watching the snow.
But now, the little uncle who spoiled her was long gone. At this moment, in the romantic winter of France, could he be holding Xu Leya's hand and strolling through the snow?
Uncontrollably, she thought of his tenderness, how he would scold her for dressing too lightly while putting his coat on her, taking her cold hands into his, gently brushing the snow off her head...
And was he doing all this for that woman now?
She opened the window, letting the cold wind cool the unshed warmth inside her.
