Ye Li nodded, "Then I'll go build a snowman."
After finding a coffee shop, Ye Li, who didn't like coffee, took off her gloves and started to build a snowman outside.
Ji Yanchen's gaze rested on Ye Li outside, observing her red palms, fell silent for a moment, then looked up to meet Jiang Rou's shallow eyes, "I always thought, being his son, you would somewhat resemble him."
Ji Yanchen and Jiang Rou didn't interact much. Missing out on so many years, he really didn't know how to interact with the person before him called "mother." He picked up the coffee in front of him, took a light sip, and found it somewhat bitter, a different kind of bitterness from tea.
"I just never imagined, you aren't like him at all." Jiang Rou smiled rarely, "Deep in affection, that too."
Ji Yanchen said calmly, "I'm glad, I'm not like him."
Outside, Ye Li was rolling snow into a ball, perhaps sensing his gaze, she turned her head, waved at him, smiling somewhat foolishly.
