The winter night was pitch-black and cold, and by seven o'clock, the sky had completely darkened.
Snowflakes drifted down, covering the already swept roads with a thin layer of fresh snow.
Fu Shiyan's car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and he pushed the door open to pick up An Yan.
Even though it was just a few meters, he wanted to go pick her up.
During this time, their relationship had been anything but pleasant, and he hadn't treated her well, so he wanted to look after her in every possible detail in their life to come.
Seeing the man approaching the steps, An Yan hurried out of the hospital main entrance. "You could have called me, and I would have come out. Why did you come down?"
"I missed you, haven't seen you all day."
An Yan knew he was being especially humble now, for it was he who had made the mistake.
"Enough with the smooth talk." An Yan took his hand, "Let's go."
