After breakfast, a hotel staff came over to notify us that skiing was possible today, as the weather was very safe.
This is the most upscale hotel in Switzerland, nestled against a vast snow mountain, and right outside is the most renowned ski slope.
Luo Qiangwei, wearing a knitted ski cap, walked out and saw Senior Madame Mo regally sitting on a chair in the safety rest area, while Luo Hongying attentively stood beside her holding a cup of hot milk, occasionally bending down to chat with her, laughing.
Tsk tsk.
Flattering all day long isn't tiresome? Besides, I really didn't see how much Luo Hongying likes Senior Madame Mo—just for Mo Shiche's sake, is it worth it?
On second thought, who can say what's worth it? I ended up so miserably in my last life, and no one forced me to love Mo Shiche, but I loved him helplessly, even to the point of losing myself.
It was all just a dream... fortunately, my dream shattered completely, and I have woken up.
