White snow fell, gradually covering their figures.
"Hong Yao, are you cold?" Tuan Zi muttered softly. "Let me take you back, alright?"
With that, she reached out her hand again and carefully swept the snow off Hong Yao.
"He's not good to you at all. Why are you still following him…" Tuan Zi's lips trembled slightly. "Aren't you angry that he treated me like that before? Don't be with him…"
More and more tears fell. It was cold to the touch.
Her fingertips trembled slightly.
The claws of Hong Yao were still tightly gripping Mu Qinghe's clothes, as if it refused to let go.
Tuan Zi tried and couldn't make Hong Yao let go, so she didn't dare try again.
She covered her face, but tears still flowed between her fingers. "Boohoo… Hong Yao, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you that day. I'm sorry… I won't lose my temper at you anymore, okay… Don't you like A'Yue the most? I-I'll give you half of A'Yue, okay?"