Jing Muchen was holding a toothbrush in one hand, and there was still foam in his mouth. He turned his head to look at her and reached out to rub her head, his eyes full of smiles.
Su Ruowan stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the clean side of his face before leaving the bathroom with a smile.
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The next morning, New Year's Day.
Because everyone went to bed quite late the night before, the nearby villa park was well managed and there were basically no people setting off firecrackers. Su Ruowan slept soundly and deeply. When she woke up, it was already eight o'clock and only she and Jing Yanxi were left on the big bed.
She got up and walked to the window. She pulled open the curtains and saw that it was snowing outside.
A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground, and there were still feather-like snowflakes floating in the air. From afar, the entire world was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if they were in a fairy tale.
