"..."
Liu Daqing's voice grew harsher: "Continuously entangled in past mistakes is not only futile but incredibly foolish! Donglin, if you continue to refuse to understand, you're just a fool!"
"..."
"Instead of paying for the past, you should seize the future tightly and prevent tragedy from happening again."
He remained silent for a long time, "Mom, don't worry, I'm about to set off. From now on, I will never come to Boston again."
For three consecutive days, the snow was fine and steady, and the dry, cold air kept piercing into the neck. After driving a short distance, the windshield became misty with snowflakes, maybe the wipers were tired from work, and the road signs ahead were no longer clear.
Yan Xixi was afraid of driving in the dark, but in this kind of ghostly weather, accelerating wasn't possible. She had to concentrate, fully focused on driving ahead.
A few kilometers away from that small house, a car approached.
