"I was thinking that I got a question wrong in the final exam that I shouldn't have, and I'm afraid I won't get the first place."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

???

I bet he is the only one who is wasting his words.

never mind.

Say no more.

So boring.

Han Yurou's hair fell on his neck, tickling him, neck and heart.

His throat moved, and he hugged her tightly.

After a long time, Han Yurou asked: "Have you been in New York these past few months? Why do you look like you've lost weight?"

"Tired."

"You don't want to be a gangster for the rest of your life, do you?"

"What's wrong?"

"This would be very unproductive."

"But no matter whether I am promising or not, you seem to think less of me. Otherwise, I will continue to be useless."

Han Yurou: "..."

She stopped talking.

Rong Jincheng knew that she was unhappy again, so he almost said to him, "Let's talk like a chicken."

She really didn't speak any more.

Rong Jincheng held her in his arms, listening to the howling wind and falling snowflakes outside.

He had never calmed down and listened to the purest sounds of nature. In fact, he hadn't looked at the snow outside the window for a long time.

He has been very impetuous these years.

But deep down in his heart, he still remembers how his mother accompanied him to build a snowman when he was very young.

In my impression, my mother is very beautiful. In the winter, she would take the initiative to play with him, making snowmen and rolling snowballs.

She always hugged him and called him "Ajin", and she loved rubbing his chubby, soft little face the most.

It seems so long ago.

But he remembered, he remembered everything.

Later she suffered from mental problems and never played with him again.

She died shortly after Rong Jianguo took him away.

After he was five years old, he never saw her again, and even if she died, he could not see her for the last time.

Later, in the Rong family, he was well-clothed and well-fed, and he didn't lack for anything, let alone worry about food and clothing, but no one stayed with him anymore.

Han Yurou realized that his fingers were tightening, almost suffocating her, so she said, "What's wrong with you?"

Rong Jincheng said nothing.

In the darkness, he pursed his lips, and there was a soreness rolling in his throat.

He wants to smoke.

He couldn't think of any better solution besides smoking.

But there was no cigarette on him, so he could only tighten his hands and hug Han Yurou in his arms.

"Are you okay? Is it too cold?" She panicked.

"I'm fine." He suppressed his voice, which was hoarse and astringent.

He said no more.

But he didn't let go, a pair of long and thin hands wrapped around Han Yurou's slender waist, and he didn't do anything else but hold her.

On this cold winter night, they were like little animals keeping each other warm, and no one left.

In the second half of the night, the wind became even stronger.

The snowflakes in the sky were picked up by the wind, flying in the air, and the windows were blown loudly. This dark and cold winter night seemed like a long and long darkness that never faded away for a long time.

When the cold becomes unbearable, Rong Jincheng will light the only things in the house, carefully.

When Han Yurou couldn't bear it, she was almost trembling, her lips turned purple, and she couldn't say a word.

Rong Jincheng almost wrapped his coat around her, but the temperature was too low to help.

He asked her to press against him, close to him.

Tomorrow morning, the snow will definitely be thicker. This is just the beginning. He has to take her out of the woods.

No matter how much it costs him, he will let her get out.

Her life is worth more than his.
Chapter completed!