After packing up everything, she wrapped up her coat and walked out.
When she had just walked out, she had already felt the cold. The road outside had also been swept away early in the morning. However, Yan Huan still liked to step on the snow one foot at a time. Just like when she was young, she would wear cotton shoes, she held her mother’s hand and asked her mother to bring her to build a snowman. She still remembered her mother’s smile. Although their days were not good, her mother had never let her starve or thirst. How could she be less than others, and her childhood was really not worse than others. She could not remember anything else, but she remembered her mother’s smile. At that time, it was as if she had given her the whole world.
