After the sisters’ gathering, An’an went straight ho and stayed in her room.
With the approach of New Year’s Eve inching closer, the scene outside the window was bustling with excitent, yet she couldn’t feel the festive atmosphere at all.
She took a coat left by Su Yan from the wardrobe, put it on, and sat by the window alone, imagining the scene from her childhood, sitting in his arms watching the snow.
But now, the little uncle who spoiled her was long gone. At this mont, in the romantic winter of France, could he be holding Xu Leya’s hand and strolling through the snow?
Uncontrollably, she thought of his tenderness, how he would scold her for dressing too lightly while putting his coat on her, taking her cold hands into his, gently brushing the snow off her head...
And was he doing all this for that woman now?
She opened the window, letting the cold wind cool the unshed warmth inside her.
An’an instinctively wrapped the coat tighter around her, facing the cold wind, squinting her eyes, gazing at the snow-covered ground outside, reaching out to catch the falling snowflakes that lted as soon as they touched her hand, not even giving her ti to grasp them...
"Knock, knock—An’an, I’m coming in."
Hearing her mom’s voice, An’an rely responded with a "hmm."
Su Nian walked in, seeing her standing by the window, and quickly said, "Why don’t you turn on the heating in this cold weather? Standing by the window in the wind, are you feeling unwell?"
"Mom, could you stop nagging ?"
"How dare you say that, you’re twenty-seven or twenty-eight, still so immature, and never giving us peace of mind," Su Nian said while walking over to close the window and pulling An’an to sit by the bed.
"Tell , have you started dating anyone?"
Impatiently, An’an replied, "You ask this every ti I co back!"
"You’re twenty-eight, not eighteen! How could a mother not worry?"
"You know very well that in our circle, twenty-seven or twenty-eight is still considered young!"
"Your circle, your circle, we should have never let you follow your little uncle back then."
An’an pouted, and Su Nian earnestly said, "Your grandmother found you several potential matches for a blind date. Since you’re at ho with nothing to do, just go with tomorrow. It’ll save your grandmother from nagging every day."
An’an half-heartedly replied, "Oh."
"If you find a suitable match, getting married wouldn’t be an issue. You don’t have to continue that job; we can support you."
"We’ll see, I want to sleep now. Mom, you should rest too."
"Rember to get up early tomorrow. I’ll accompany you."
"Fine, fine, fine."
After sending Su Nian away, An’an sighed in frustration, stood by the door for a while, then walked to the bed and lay down, wrapping Su Yan’s coat around her as she got under the blanket.
She used to think about getting married, but now dealing with those n outside felt so tedious; they always found faults and only liked her appearance.
After just two days, they would either mysteriously lose contact or say her personality was unsuitable. In short, there was never a love story as unforgettable as in the dramas.
At twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, she still hadn’t experienced a real relationship. Thinking back, the one who stayed the longest beside her was Su Yan.
But now, he was also leaving her. Maybe she really should find soone to marry, settle down, have children, and live an ordinary life.
The halo of being a movie queen and the best on-screen couple felt aningless now; none of it could bring her happiness. All she got were cold trophies.
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