Crystal snowflakes fell down, between Su Li and Jing Wuge, separated by fine snowflakes.
The night was getting dark, and Su Li couldn't quite see the expression on his face.
She was still holding the basket of red roses in her hand, and after a long time, Su Li said, "I'm your older sister."
Jing Wuge took a step back, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Yes. Let's go home, it's too cold."
He reached out to hold Su Li's hand, then pulled her to the car and opened the door for her.
Su Li sat in the back seat, and Jing Wuge drove the car. His originally indifferent and gentle expression, like a mask, was taken off by him.
His eyebrows and facial features are a bit sharp, and when his expression is calm, it will make people feel very indifferent. He was driving, and the snowflakes fell on the windshield and were blown away mercilessly by the wipers.
It was as if he was holding his own heart, and after giving it to his beloved, she rejected it with a smile.
Su Li sat in the back seat and couldn't see Jing Wuge's expression. In fact, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. For some reason, after arriving in this world, she seemed to have lost something. Her intellectual brain couldn't answer her question, it only told her to find the answer by herself.
Su Li reached out and touched her heart, always feeling that there seemed to be an empty piece. Did she forget something
She squinted slightly, recalling the tasks she had done before, but she had no clue.
This orphanage is not far from the Jing family's mansion, and it will arrive after more than half an hour's drive. Su Li put down all the thoughts in her mind and got out of the car.
As soon as he approached the house, Jing Qingqing came over with a resentful expression on his face.
She looked at Su Li and said, "Why did you come back so late? I've been waiting for a long time."
"Why don't you go to rest?" Su Li took off her snow-stained coat, handed it to the maid beside her, and walked in with soft home shoes.
"Today is Christmas Eve, I want to be with you," Jing Qingqing said, still a little dissatisfied, "I clearly agreed to come back early, what time is it?"
It's rare for her to show such an expression. Jing Qingqing always looks cool and indifferent on weekdays, as if she doesn't eat fireworks. Now it's time to start acting like a baby.
"What's so good about western holidays? It will be New Year's Day in a few days, and then my sister will make you a cake to eat." Su Li calmed down the child with ease. She was very familiar with this, after all, she had already raised children.
As expected, Jing Qingqing was easily coaxed by her, and she emphasized: "Are there any gifts besides cakes? In the past, there were always gifts."
It used to be said that when the Jing family couple was still there, they got along happily as a family at that time. The couple loved their children very much, and they would prepare gifts for them during the New Year and holidays. But after their death, there will be no more gifts.
Su Li was silent for a while, then raised her hand to touch Jing Qingqing's head, "There will be."
Jing Qingqing stood there dumbfounded for a while, and then asked in a somewhat excited voice: "Really? Sister?"
"Really." Su Li laughed, "But I also want gifts. Let's give each other gifts every year from now on."
"Okay!" After all, Jing Qingqing was still young, only eighteen years old, and her desire for gifts came from the bottom of her heart. "I will prepare the presents for you carefully."
Su Li turned her head and glanced at Jing Wuge who had been silent all the way, "Okay?"
Jing Wuge's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised, "Okay."
(end of this chapter)