"Indeed! Just seeing Miss Mingzhu here makes me wish you were here too! You can tell that the boss also wants you at home to keep him company!"
The aunt stood there chatting with her for quite a while before leaving.
Qin Mu couldn't quite describe her feelings; every time she came here, her emotions were always complicated.
However, she felt a bit uneasy, or maybe she cherishes Qin Haiming like she did when she was a child, and she no longer wants to hear his words of helplessness, those words of wanting yet being unable to see her.
But she couldn't give him that.
The end of the year marks the anniversary of her mother's passing!
Whenever this time arrives, she is even less capable of meeting with Qin Haiming. Her heart feels like it's been pierced by a knife, and whenever she sees Qin Haiming, that knife stabs deeper into her chest.
It was snowing the year her mother passed; she's wondering if it'll snow this year too.
She hopes it won't snow again; let bygones be bygones!
