Yun Qi had a strange sensation that Yun Jinnian was like an old lady who had lived through countless vicissitudes, seen the fickleness of human relationships, and had long since developed a heart of stone, unflappable by the mundane world.
Like now, she should be nestling in Mrs. Han's arms, choking back tears, sharing her grievances.
Instead of treating it like some inconsequential matter, smiling gently and softly.
But that smile did not reach her eyes.
Her eyes remained cool.
Yun Qi was certain, Yun Jinnian was even more indifferent and unfeeling than Mrs. Han.
Feeling Yun Qi's gaze, Yun Jinnian turned to look at her father, Yun Qi.
She just calmly met his eyes, seeing the inquiry and confusion in them, Yun Jinnian gave him a light smile, then lifted the curtain of the carriage to look outside.
"It's snowing!"
She liked snow, yet also despised it.
Beautiful memories began with snow and also ended with snow.
