It was January in Yuncheng, and it had snowed a little a few days ago. The afterglow of the setting sun was shining through, painting the dark sky with a slight glow. White snow was falling like ink that couldn't be melted.
Song Fengwan had just left the airport when a gust of cold wind blew, making her shiver.
"I proposed to your mother last night, and she agreed. What do you think about this? She said she wanted to seek your opinion."
Yan Wangchuan's words were simple and crude, scaring her so much that she didn't regain her senses for half the night.
She was at a loss for how to answer him. She had only been away for a few days, but the world had changed.
When they reached the car, Huai Sheng climbed in first, while Shi Fang and Yan Wangchuan loaded the luggage. Song Fengwan hurriedly pulled Qiao Aiyun aside. "Mom, what happened? Are you really together with Uncle Yan now?
"He proposed to you, and you agreed?
