At her words, she didn’t get angry, but let out a faint huff and turned her gaze toward the car window:
"If you have the guts, then just co and try."
The blond man: "..."
In the end, he curled his lips slightly, a helpless, sarcastic laugh escaping him: "Truly, my own sister."
Yes.
They were half-siblings with the sa father but different mothers; he was the younger brother, and they had inherited the surnas of their respective parents.
The whole incident about a couple fighting and her being abandoned in the wilderness was nothing but a sche.
The person he was targeting was none other than Captain Lu of the Uninhabited Area.
As for the reason why...
His eyes flickered, a sharp glint passing through their depths.
Anyway, they would et again—in the not-too-distant future.
The man looked at his sister beside him.
The latter was playing lovingly with a strand of her hair, seemingly unable to part with it.
He: "..."
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Not long after New Year’s Eve, the two returned to the cabin.
The prolonged holiday passed by quickly in the cabin, and with the arrival of spring, she would have to leave this place.
She was enamored with it, with its people and scenery. Even though it was very cold, as long as Lu Xiao was here, she felt an infinite warmth and sense of security.
During this peaceful and quiet ti, they would wake up early for breakfast, then get to work. Apart from lying in the rocking chair reading books every day, Wen Xian also devoted herself to writing a screenplay.
She had acted in many movies, but this was the first ti she had written a screenplay.
She wrote with such fascination, often forgetting to eat and sleep. Sotis even when Lu Xiao called her for als, she wouldn’t co down, and Lu Xiao had no choice but to bring the food up to her.
In the little attic, with her head raised facing the large window and the beautiful scenery outside, her inspiration would often surge.
Although Lu Xiao complained about her not resting on ti, deep down, he felt concern, worried that she would wear herself out.
Lu Xiao offered to take a look at her screenplay, but as soon as he reached out, Wen Xian imdiately shut the laptop.
She was adamant, stating that it wasn’t ready for him to see yet.
Lu Xiao: "..."
Despite his curiosity, he respected her wishes even more.
If she didn’t want him to see it, then he wouldn’t. One day, he would know.
Ti flew by, and it was almost spring, yet the temperature in Qinghai hadn’t risen much; it was still very low.
Wen Xian hadn’t kept up with her exercise during this ti, and while staying in the cabin and eating, drinking, and writing, she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but sotis when she looked in the mirror, she felt she had rounded out a bit.
Lu Xiao, on the other hand, was indifferent to her roundness. Compared to her previous thinness, he actually preferred her current appearance.
She looked healthier and rosier, and her body was softer...
One day, Lu Xiao called her to exercise, but she felt like being lazy again: "It’s always just those exercises, so boring."
Unexpectedly, this ti Lu Xiao said to her, "Do you want to go ice skating?"
"What?"
Wen Xian was startled.
But Lu Xiao had already turned and was heading downstairs, shouting up to her: "If you want to, co down."
Wen Xian was at an impasse with the screenplay she had been writing, not knowing how to proceed, so she simply went down to join him.
In the cabin, on the coffee table, there was a black bag with a pair of ice skates lying beside it.
Upon seeing them, Wen Xian’s eyes lit up: "This—?"
...
Five minutes later.
Ti flowed quietly after noon, on the lake in front of the cabin, where the surface, solidified by the cold temperature, glistened under the sunlight like uncut jade.
And on that lake surface—
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