Jiang Yanshen looked up at her and didn't suspect anything. He just worked hard to shovel the snow.
Lin Qingqian turned around and looked at Lin Chaoyan, who was standing at the kitchen door.
Lin Chaoyan glared at her angrily. She poured the water on the snow at the kitchen door and turned to go in.
Lin Qingqian pursed her lips and turned around, meeting Jiang Yanshen's burning gaze.
Her face was inexplicably hot in the cold wind. She lowered her eyes and pretended to be calm. "You shovel the snow properly. I'll go change the bedsheets."
Jiang Yanshen's bright eyes seemed to follow her back with a smile until her figure disappeared from his sight.
Thinking of her smile and her kindness, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart.
In this cold winter, a hole was forcefully torn open in his chest, and cold wind kept whistling through.
Qianqian, you can stay far away from me but I will still love you for a long, long time.
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