"No, no, no." Cheng Xining panicked, "Brother Nan, can’t I just sleep on the sofa?"
She couldn’t understand why Brother Nan wouldn’t let her sleep in the room, but she also knew that now wasn’t the time to dwell on it, she had to stay here first.
When Brother Nan said he’d send her off, he wasn’t joking—he truly would send her away.
To prove she was serious about sleeping on the sofa, Cheng Xining opened her suitcase, took out her toiletries, rushed to the bathroom to wash up, changed into her pajamas, and honestly lay down on the sofa.
He Nan never looked at her again, and after he washed up, he turned off the light.
Hearing the quiet outside, Shen Mianmian let out a helpless sigh and wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that ever since Cheng Xining arrived, Brother He had been acting strangely, as if something was off.
But as for what exactly was strange, she couldn’t pinpoint it.
Could it be that this is how a man in love behaves?
Thinking about it, the male leads in idol dramas she had watched before were indeed sometimes temperamental, clearly liking the female protagonist but unwilling to admit it, Brother He must be of that type.
Fearing that she might complicate things further, she didn’t dare think too much, opened the window, watched the fireworks for a while, and then went to bed.
The next day, as soon as it was light, she was woken up by the noise outside. Opening the door, she saw that Cheng Xining, who had already woken up, had put on beautiful makeup and changed into a white cotton jacket and black leather shoes.
When Cheng Xining saw Shen Mianmian come out, she glared at her, then walked toward the dining table.
After the three of them finished eating, Cheng Xining wanted He Nan to take her out for a stroll but received his merciless rejection. Shen Mianmian, not wanting to disturb them, ran downstairs to build a large snowman.
The snow was still falling outside, reaching up to the knees. Every year at this time, she would stay indoors, warming herself by the fire, afraid to come out because she did not have clothes warm enough for the winter.
She felt grateful once again for having spent a beautiful New Year.
Because it was still snowing, there were hardly any people out in the community. Later on, some children saw her building the big snowman from their windows, so they ran down and tried to build snowmen of their own.
Their small snowmen surrounded her big one, making her snowman seem even more strikingly beautiful.
The children thought her snowman looked great and all gathered around her, calling her "sister." Shen Mianmian, in a good mood, even played a snowball fight with them, frolicking for over an hour and working up a sweat.
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt like someone was watching her play; when she looked up toward the upper floors, she saw no one.
Too tired to play anymore, she said goodbye to the children and went back upstairs. As soon as she entered, Cheng Xining complained, "Where have you been? You brought back a body full of snow? It’s filthy."
"I went to build a snowman and have a snowball fight," Shen Mianmian honestly replied.
"Childish," hummed Cheng Xining.
He Nan walked out of the study, "Go change your clothes." She had worked up a sweat, and her clothes were wet; if she didn’t change, she could easily catch a cold.
"Hurry up, Brother Nan already finds you dirty," urged Cheng Xining.
Shen Mianmian stuck out her tongue awkwardly and quickly went back to her place to change clothes.
Cheng Xining and Brother He were grown-ups, and in their eyes, her behavior was indeed a bit childish, which she understood. But she had been too happy playing downstairs just now and got carried away.
It was the first time in her two lifetimes that she stood in the snow and didn’t feel cold; she simply couldn’t help herself. Chapters fırst released on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥