George understood this time. In an instant, he heard the wind and snow blow past his ears, leaving only her clear voice: I like you.
When George came back to his senses, Ling had already stepped onto the deserted mountain path, leaving only her back view. The snow sealed the mountain, and she was the only one walking alone. She walked forward step by step with incomparable determination.
George pursed his lips and looked at the snow in his palm. He held it silently. The snow that did not melt in Ling's hand quickly turned into a pool of water in his palm.
Amelia sat in the car. Elmer said, "After this winter solstice, send your eldest aunt away." He looked at the booklet and said coldly, "The longer she stays, the worse it will be for you."
Amelia pouted. "Is it that fatuous ruler of the King of Hell again? If I don't let Auntie leave, will he come and catch me? Come over if you have the ability!"
Elmer was speechless.
