This winter was very long. Xia Yingluo's body was getting better, but she was still depressed.
The family took turns to accompany her, trying to help her out of the shadow as soon as possible. She recognized their kindness and worked hard to cooperate by smiling. But no matter what she was doing, she would suddenly remember the time with Wei Lingnan. When she saw a flower, she thought of the little white flower he had sent her, and when she saw purple, she thought of the mysterious and distant planet. When she saw snow falling, she thought of the night when he crossed half of the city and came to her window, just to say "I miss you"…
Bit by bit, it was usual at the time.
It now seemed painful.
She said nothing, but the family could see how deep her injury was.
