Finally, it fell gently on the icy ground, layer after layer...

   turned into a lonely and silent white movie.

  The snowflakes remain the same, but she is no longer Ai Hengan’s daughter, no longer his favorite little princess...

   suddenly remembered a song,

  "……

  Snowflakes are like blooming fireworks, floating freely between heaven and earth, indulging in a moment,

  Why is only the wind blowing my hair and tearing away the scars of my memory,

  Let the past evaporate slowly like mist, let me know what it means to be unable to let it go...

  ……"

  As if a six-petal snowflake fell into Ai Qianqian's eyes, each petal melted and turned into a light wave.

  In the room, everyone felt distressed and smiled with tears in the corners of their eyes, but didn't know what to say, so they could only look at her quietly and give her strength.

  Lin Xiaoru and Xiao Xiaoxiao looked at each other silently, praying in their hearts that Ji Sanshao could come back soon.

  ……

  Suddenly---

  The door bell in the room rang.

  Xiao Xiaoxiao thought that her blessing had manifested, and was so excited that she threw down the knife and fork in her hand, flicked her leg and ran towards the door of the room.

   But when she opened the door and saw the person standing outside, her ecstatic face suddenly slumped, and then she smiled with white teeth, with one arm, and howled when she greeted her.

  "Auntie Gu, Xiao Miaomiao~~~"

  I saw---

   Outside the door, Ji Tianmiao held Gu Yimi on his arms, and the faces of the mother and daughter looked like anxious and worried.

  Gu Yimi also carried a tightly wrapped insulation bag.

  Gu Yimi directly asked a certain Xiao girl who was howling Sa Huan'er, her gentle words were full of worry.

   "Little, shallow?"

  Xiao Xiaoxiao's open and howling mouth was flat,

   "The little white rabbit is inside."

  ……

  At the dining table, Lin Xiao was surprised when he heard Xiao Xiaoxiao howling---

  Mrs. Ji and the little witch fly back from Italy so soon?

  Then her eyebrows were suddenly raised, even with undisguised pride.

  Even if the three young masters are not there, but Mrs. Ji comes back to sit down and watch the crazy entertainment gang dared to talk nonsense!

  Gu Yimi directly opened the door and came in.

  At a glance, he saw Ai Qianqian sitting at the dining table, but staring at the French window. The small face on the side was pale, and she sat so quietly.

  It seems that she is the only one left in the whole world...

  Gu Yimi felt heartache.

  Why does God want to torture these two children so much?

  Tianqi is still lying in the hospital bed, and I don’t know if he can wake up this time, but Qian Qian faces rumors that can kill people alone...

   Gu Yimi's eyes were slightly red, holding the thermal bag in his hand, and walking towards Ai Qianqian quickly and gently, and Xiao Miaomiao followed closely.

  ……

   "Shallow."

  Gu Yimi put the insulation bag on the side of the dining table, gently held Ai Qianqian's shoulder, and called to the girl who seemed to leave her soul.

Ai Qianqian trembled involuntarily, suddenly raised her head, and saw her mother's gentle and distressed smile.

   suddenly---

   Those lightly rippled eyes, rolling recklessly, but they are always stuck deep in the eyelids. It turns out that sadness can also be contagious.

  Gu Yimi gently stroked Ai Qianqian’s small face, warming the distressing coldness, and whispering to her,

   "Qianqian, mommy is here."

   Ai's pale white lips slowly opened,

   "Mommy."

  Gu Yimi nodded in response,

   "Well, it's Mommy, Qian Qian, you are wronged."

  The squishy waves filled his eyes more wantonly, spreading in circles, Ai Qianqian shook his head lonely, but replied,

   "Mommy, Ji Moji is also hurt."

  ……

  Listen, Gu Yimi’s heart hurts suddenly!

  The soft voice even choked a little, gently hugged Ai Qianqian’s head, put it in her arms, and said lovingly,

   "Silly boy, everything will pass."

   Standing next to Xiao Miaomiao, she couldn’t help turning around, and tears of sadness rolled down on that face that was always arrogantly smiling!

  Looking at, Lin Xiaoru and Xiao Xiaoxiao had a sudden cardiac arrest! Suddenly hang to the throat!

  What's wrong with Xiao Miao Miao? !

  What happened to the third master of Ji...? !

  Ji Tianmiao raised the back of his hand and wiped away the tears on his face! Then tightly clenched into a fist!

   still with tears, caught a glimpse of the fluttering snowflakes outside the window, and cried silently in her heart,

   "Brother, you must wake up!"

  ……

  Three o'clock in the afternoon.

  The lobby on the first floor of the Paris Hotel in S City.

  An unprecedented and even unprecedented press conference. The entire hotel lobby was crowded with reporters from various media across the country carrying cameras.

  Of course, even if all the ghosts want to break even more exciting news, but at today’s press conference, not only the Mayor Ai came, but Mrs. Ji also rushed over.

  Before the start, they all sat in a row like elementary school students.

  On the side corridor of the hall---

  Gu Yimi took Ai Qianqian’s hand, her beautiful face was still as graceful as it once was, and she asked softly.

   "Shallow, are you ready?"

  Ai Qian slightly lowered her eyelid and looked at the phone that she had been holding in her other hand.

  I saw---

  The screensaver of the mobile phone was taken by Ai Qianqian and Ji Tianqi in front of the Irish church.

  Under the gentle and romantic sunshine, he said to her,

   "hearttoeternity (my heart is eternal)."

  Ji Moji, this time, I will guard you.

   Ai Qianqian held her small hand tighter and raised her head.

  I saw, the glazed glaze shot out a dark brilliance, shattered all the sadness in this bleak and lonely snow, and said softly but very firmly,

   "Well, Mommy, we're ready, let's go in."

  Outside the window---

  The snow is falling even harder, and the sound of the falling snow of the “swarthy” snowflakes obliterates the complexity, loneliness, and silence of the entire world.

  ……

  When Ai Qianqian walked into the hotel lobby from the side corridor, he saw Ai Hengan, who had already entered.

  He is old, really old...

  The white hair on the side of his ears has grown wantonly.

   used to be the most handsome man in her mind, she has become the wrinkle and aging appearance now, even sitting in that dazzling wheelchair, she will never hold her over her shoulders like she did when she was a child...

   Ai Qianqian's heart, it hurts, it hurts...

   Ai Hengan also looked at his daughter with chaotic eyes, his dry lips could only call her silently.

   Ai Qianqian heard it, and heard Ai Heng’an’s distressed voice.

   "Qianqian, my daughter..."

  Dad, can I call you that way?

   Ai Qianqian's footsteps are somewhat stiff.

  ……