Another winter has come.
Su Xiangyi had passed away two months ago, and not long after her death, Ye Zhenhua also passed away.
Ye Wanwan suddenly lost her parents.
She was somewhat sad, but not overwhelmingly so, because they had both lived into their seventies in this lifetime, and they had been very happy throughout this year.
So Ye Wanwan wasn't shattered by grief, just a bit reluctant to let go.
"Mom."
A familiar voice came through, and Ye Wanwan snapped back to her senses to look over, only to see Ye Chaochao, covered in snow, walking in from outside.
"Why don't you use an umbrella?" Ye Wanwan frowned disapprovingly.
As Ye Chaochao entered from outside, she immediately warmed up, grinning and saying, "It's just a few steps, why bother with an umbrella!"
While speaking, Ye Chaochao had already taken off her coat and then trotted over to sit down next to Ye Wanwan.
