"If you continue with this nonsense, get out!"
She tilted her head up slightly, insisting with conviction, "If I leave, you’ll definitely miss me. Rong Shaoze, admit it, you can’t live without me."
"You..." Just as Qiao Yiyang was about to erupt in anger, the sound of a broadcast suddenly resonated from outside.
’Wife, this is already the third video. Please forgive me for posting it late today because there was an unexpected event...’
Lin Xinlan suddenly stood up with excitement evident on her face.
She had thought that he wouldn’t post a video today.
’If you hear my voice, then it must be heaven taking pity on me, choosing Christmas Eve to deliver my heartfelt words to you.’
’I never celebrated Christmas before, but today, I want to make a wish on Christmas Eve. I hope the woman I love most can be safe for all her life and always happy. I don’t know if heaven can consider my sincere request and make my wish come true...’
Lin Xinlan felt like crying again.
He has a way with words, able to touch her heart to the point of tears with just a few words.
’Wife, heaven must have heard my wish. It’s snowing here; is it snowing where you are?’
Lin Xinlan looked outside the window, and sure enough, it was snowing.
’Snowflakes are now falling into my hands. I guess they must be your longing for me. And my longing for you is also like the snowflakes, unending.’
Without bothering to put on a coat, Lin Xinlan immediately rushed to the door, pulled it open, and ran out into the snowy ground.
She looked up, stretched out her palms, and the pristine snowflakes landed in them, like feathers lightly touching her heart, so light yet stirring.
’Wife, I miss you so much. Do you miss me?’
"I do! Rong Shaoze, I miss you too." A tear slipped from the corner of Lin Xinlan’s eye, dropping to the ground and quickly freezing.
Qiao Yiyang and Lu Xiaofan came out, and seeing her , felt a mix of emotions.
’Wife, I love you. Do you love me?’ Rong Shaoze asked again.
Even though she knew he was a thousand miles away and couldn’t see her gesture, she nodded vigorously.
"I love you, very much!"
"Xinlan, I’ve finally found you. This time, you can’t even think about leaving me, or I’ll take you down to hell with me!"
Rong Shaoze said again.
Lin Xinlan stiffened, something about the voice was off.
It wasn’t coming from the broadcast; it sounded much closer.
Her body tense, she didn’t dare move.
Qiao Yiyang and Lu Xiaofan saw Rong Shaoze, and their expressions changed drastically. They were about to take action when suddenly, several people rushed out, pointing their guns at them to prevent any rash movements.
Lin Xinlan slowly turned her head and saw Rong Shaoze walking out from behind her house at a leisurely pace.
His dark eyes were fixated on her, unwavering, deeper than the night itself.
Meeting his gaze, Lin Xinlan felt a profound shock, standing there dazed, watching him as he slowly approached her.
From the look in his eyes, she could see his deep pain, and she knew that seeing her was something he couldn’t bear.
Her heart ached, not wanting him to see her this way, but she couldn’t bear to look away, greedily gazing at him as if she could never see enough for a lifetime.
The short distance between them seemed very long to Rong Shaoze.
He exerted all his strength to walk up to her, saw her hair tied up in white, saw her aged face, and his heart felt as if it was being cut with knives.