A bright silver car drove past the entrance and headed to the end of the road.
Shen Xi sighed and hugged her arms forlornly. It was not him.
At midnight, she finally gave up after being sure that he would not come back. She shook off her umbrella, causing a thick layer of snow on it to fall, and got off the stairs.
‘Li Yuan’ the snow sculpture was placed under a chair with an umbrella. The legs of the chair were about to be snowed over. The snow depth must be around half a meter now.
Shen Xi wanted Big Boss to be the first to see the gift, so she moved ‘Li Yuan’ to the door and made it hold up the umbrella.
“Good night, brother.” Shen Xi smiled at ‘him’. Then, thinking of something, she took her scarf off and carefully put it around ‘him’.
After she had done all this, she looked in the direction of the road again.
The road was painted white with a blanket of snow. There were no marks anywhere.
It was midnight and the surroundings were very quiet. The snowfall had lightened, and if one listened closely, they would only hear the sound of their heavy breathing.
After Shen Xi was reborn, it was the first time she was alone at home. It was cold and empty, and she had felt cold even when she was wrapped in a thick quilt.
Taking out her phone, she looked at a series of messages sent to her by Madam Yun and Old Shen. She held the phone for a long time before falling asleep.
“Child, why are you still holding the phone while sleeping?” Yun Jinping called her awake when she saw Shen Xi holding the phone in her hands.
“Mom.” Shen Xi opened her eyes blearily. Tearful, she plunged into Yun Jinping’s arms and cried loudly.
Yun Jinping startled, worried and distressed. “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
Shen Xi sobbed and nodded vigorously in her mother’s arms.
She had a nightmare.
She dreamt of the most desperate and torturous days of her life in the Su family. Her disfigured and crippled mother stood in front of her in a dark room, thin as a stick.
Shen Xi called out to her, but she did not respond.
The more she approached, the further her mother went away.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Your dad and I were just gone for a day. We won’t go next time.” Yun Jinping patted her daughter’s back soothingly.
Old Shen and her prepared to go back home this weekend. They had booked the tickets a month ago. The three of them were supposed to go back together.
However, who knew that their daughter would suddenly have to make up for a missed lesson? Thus, only Old Shen and Madam Yun went.
They left on Friday night, spent a day at home, and flew back early on Sunday morning.
“Mom, I’m fine.” Shen Xi dried her tears and looked at Yun Jinping. “Why did you and Old Shen come back now? Aren’t you supposed to come back at night?”
“We came back and even prepared dinner. Get up and eat before going to school.” Yun Jinping wiped Shen Xi’s tears, heartbroken.
Of course they had to come back. Not seeing her daughter for a day was enough to cause her to worry.
Today, the snow stopped and the sun came out. It was a sunny day.
Around noon, a black extended wheelbase Bentley drove over slowly.
Kun Lun saw the door from a distance. A snowman held a big black umbrella and exposed a small piece of red cloth. He did not know what it was.
What was certain was that it was definitely the work of the young lady next door.
He quietly looked at the face of the man in the back seat and found the man’s calm and tranquil eyes staring at the snowman at the door.
The car stopped. The snow on the road yesterday had long been cleared by the cleaners, but the snowman was not destroyed.
Kun Lun pushed the man over and asked respectfully, “Boss, how do you want to handle this?”
Li Yuan looked at the snowman in a daze. Only after he took down the umbrella did he discover that it was a snowman carved in his likeness. The little lady had even put her favorite scarf around the snowman’s neck.