"Yu'er, come out!"
"Come over and lend a hand!"
Mo Yu'er reluctantly withdrew her gaze and called out, "I'm coming, I'm coming, no need to hurry."
"Wu Butler, I'll be right out."
While she spoke, she rose to her feet and stepped outside. The blinding sunlight made her squint subconsciously. The snow piled on either side reflected the sunlight like gold, and the children chasing each other by the road laughed joyfully, relaxing her heart considerably. She murmured softly to herself and took a seat beside the old man dressed in blue.
Inside the carriage, Mo Yan'er, who looked identical to the girl in white, gently peeled a grape and handed it to Tan Yurou, who was sitting upright. After a moment of silence, she still spoke softly,
"Miss, do you really have no regrets..."
Tan Yurou smiled at her and said,
"I've said it before, what's there to regret..."
"Only, there are some regrets."
