Su Yue slowly clenched her fists, and her palms started to feel warm.
The winter didn't seem too cold anymore.
"Your snowman is brilliant!"
Xiaojiao's excitement attracted the attention of a few nearby children.
A few of them came over and looked their snowman up and down before they lavished it with praises.
Xiaojiao felt very smug. She pointed at Ming Ansheng—who was kissing Su Yue domineeringly—and said to the kids, "My Uncle did it. My Uncle is brilliant, he can make many snowmen."
Only then did she realize that Ming Ansheng had his lips pressed against Su Yue's. She smiled and explained to the kids, "My Mommy is dying, Uncle is giving her CPR."
A children's world was so innocent and naïve. They will believe whatever you say.
"What CPR?" a boy from Country M said as he looked at Su Yue and Ming Ansheng. He mocked, "That's kissing, not CPR!"
