Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Yu Wei took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, "It's a little cold outside, I'll push you back."

"It's rare to come out, please push me around for a while."

Yu Wei had no choice but to get up and push her to move forward.

Song Qinghe said softly: "Weiwei, although I don't know what happened between you and Wenzhou, but I know that he and his mother are not the same kind of people. In recent years, Tingsong has neglected him a lot because of me."

Yu Wei's steps slowed down a little, "Hao Duanduan, why are you mentioning him?"

"He is a kind child and an emotional child." Song Qinghe coughed a few more times. "Even if his parents don't give him enough care, he is still willing to love them in his own way."

Song Qinghe caressed the back of Yu Wei's hand, "I believe that he will also love you and the baby very well. He will be a very good husband and a very good father."

Yu Wei's eyes turned red, "He doesn't like you, yet you still speak for him."

"Weiwei, no matter what Shen Meiling has done to me, I will always be in debt to this child." Song Qinghe whispered, "I can understand that he doesn't want to face Tingsong and me."

Yu Wei's eyes darkened a bit. What he couldn't face was the man who forced Shen Meiling to death for her.

Yan Tingsong chased him out with his coat, and saw that the tip of Song Qinghe's nose was red from the cold, and his expression was a little serious, "Don't you know what's going on with your body? You have to run out in such a cold weather."

It was because I was aware of my physical condition that I decided to take a walk.

Seeing Yan Tingsong coming over to help her put on her coat, Song Qinghe suddenly raised her hand. She touched the snow from nowhere and kneaded it into a small snowball, which hit Yan Tingsong's shoulder firmly.

Song Qinghe said with a smile: "It's rare to encounter such heavy snow, let's have a snowball fight."

The snowball hit the expensive cashmere coat and scattered.

Yan Tingsong didn't expect her action, but when he saw her smiling eyes, he couldn't help but smile. He leaned over and grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and gently threw it at Song Qinghe.

The snowball hit the blanket in her lap.

Song Qinghe tried to touch the snow but couldn't, so Yu Wei leaned over to help her scoop up a handful. Song Qinghe grabbed another snowball and threw it at Yan Tingsong. This time Yan Tingsong was on guard and dodged easily.

The two of them threw a few snowballs back and forth, and Yan Tingsong finally walked up to her, leaned over to help her put on her coat, and put a hand warmer in her hand, "Okay, how big is it?" You are still so childish, your hands are frozen."

Song Qinghe shook his head, "Tingsong, can we build a snowman together again?"

Yan Tingsong looked at her lovingly, "You go back to the room and watch, I'll do the stacking."

"I want to be there with you."

When Yan Tingsong met her expectant eyes, he couldn't refuse, so he had to ask the servant to take out the heater.

Yu Wei wanted to help, but Yan Tingsong said helplessly: "You two, a pregnant woman and a patient, are watching from the side."

Yan Tingsong did not ask the servants to help him. He rolled the snowball by himself. In just a while, a big snowball had already rolled out.

Yu Wei and Song Qinghe sat on chairs side by side. With the heater, they finally felt a little warmer.

Song Qinghe looked at the busy man with gentle eyes, "Tingsong has always been like this. As long as I want, no matter what it is, he will find a way to give it to me. I know that to others, he may be very cold-blooded, even He is not a good person, but in my heart, he is the best person in the world."

Song Qinghe held Yu Wei's hand, "Weiwei, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm worried about him... In these years, he has been hanging around me, and the focus of his life is all on me. I'm afraid that after I die, he will accept No."

Yu Wei's eyes were red. As a doctor, she could only watch Song Qinghe die. She really hurt her powerlessness.

As long as you say goodbye properly, time will heal everything.

Yan Tingsong built two snowmen and put scarves on them. The smaller snowman also painted red lips.

Looking at the snowmen clinging together, warm liquid accumulated in Song Qinghe's eyes. Yan Tingsong's hands were already red from the cold. He walked to Song Qinghe and asked with a smile: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Song Qinghe nodded.

Yan Tingsong picked her up from the wheelchair and said, "If you are satisfied, then come back to the room with me."

Yan Tingsong carried her directly into the bedroom, put her on the bed, wrapped her in a quilt to keep her warm. Song Qinghe held his cold hand and said, "Come in and warm her up too."

Yan Tingsong took off his coat, lay down in it, and held the person in his arms.

Song Qinghe held his hand and pressed it against her warm skin. Yan Tingsong was afraid that she would be cold and wanted to pull her hand away. Song Qinghe shook her head.

Yan Tingsong had no choice but to put his hand on it. There was no flesh on her body, so he could feel her bones even if he touched her lightly.

Yan Tingsong's eyes were moist.

"From now on, you have to smile at people more often. Don't keep a straight face all the time. Just smile. Ten years are less, you know?"

"Um."

"If you are tired, leave the group to Wenzhou and go out for a walk more often."

"Um."

"When things happen, stop being so impulsive and act more gently."

Yan Tingsong looked down at her, "Anything I do for you is never impulsive."

Song Qinghe was silent for a while.

"People say that a day in the underworld is a year on earth, and I only left a few days earlier than you."

Song Qinghe's voice was gentle, "After I leave, you can help me see the scenery in the world. When we meet underground, you can tell me about it, okay?"

Yan Tingsong kissed the top of her hair and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Yu Wei waited downstairs for a while, and finally saw Yan Tingsong coming downstairs, "Qing He is tired and fell asleep."

Yu Wei nodded.

Yan Tingsong sat on the sofa and handed her a brochure, "I have chosen several names for the child in your belly. There are boy names and girl names. If you don't like it, you can choose it yourself."

Yu Wei took it.

Yan Tingsong continued: "Probably Wenzhou's biggest mistake was becoming the son of Shen Meiling and I, but this mistake is not his. These grudges have nothing to do with you. I hope you can cherish each other and be happy. "

"Does it matter? It's not just what you say." Yu Wei looked calm, "Even if we don't want to, there are bound to be a lot of things between us."

Yan Tingsong said sincerely: "As long as two people's hearts are together, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."

But are their hearts still together?

Yan Tingsong looked at her and said meaningfully: "Time will change many things and make people forget many things."

"You are right, but some things will take root in your heart."

Such as those regrets and debts that can never be made up for.

After New Year's Day, Song Qinghe's physical condition deteriorated and she could no longer even take the traditional Chinese medicine. She spent most of her time lying in bed and sleeping.

The pain suppressed by the effects of the medicine began to bite back, and she had a hard time every day.

Yu Wei could only try her best to relieve her pain.

After another heavy snowfall, the Spring Festival is approaching quietly.

On New Year's Eve, Yan Tingsong took Song Qinghe back to the Yan family's old house for New Year's Eve dinner, and Yu Wei also followed them.

Yu Wei's belly has grown a lot, and even wearing a thick sweater can't cover it.

The Yanjia old house is very lively.

Song Qinghe was sitting in a wheelchair, looking pale and thin. Sitting in a wheelchair now was also a torture for her.

Finally, after the New Year's Eve dinner, Yan Tingsong carried Song Qinghe back to the room.

Yu Wei accompanied the old lady to watch the Spring Festival Gala in the living room for a while. When the old lady felt sleepy, Yu Wei sent her back to the bedroom.

Mrs. Yan held her hand and said, "Weiwei, I have asked people to clean up your and Wenzhou's bedroom. Don't leave tonight."

Yu Wei nodded, Song Qinghe's body might have problems at any time, and she really couldn't leave.

Returning to the strange yet familiar room, Yu Wei felt a little sad.

After taking a shower, Yu Wei lay on the bed. It had been unoccupied for too long, and there was only the smell of detergent on the quilt.

Because she had to pay attention to Song Qinghe's condition, Yu Wei didn't sleep well. Half asleep, someone hugged her from behind.