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Such unwarranted dedication like a moth to the flame only leads to deception and a sorrow greater than heart death.
She stopped her hand mid-air and, ultimately, placed it on the glass, gently wiping away a small patch of condensation.
She wrote nothing, simply clearing the mist.
Instantly, the piece of glass became much clearer, and sunlight streamed in, falling onto her face.
It was a warm sensation, and in no time, her cheeks were bathed in sunlight.
âWhen did you wake up?â
Nie Chenglang opened his eyes just in time to see Xu Chaomu standing by the window. He threw off the blanket from his body and walked over to her.
Xu Chaomu turned her head, âJust woke up. The sun is really nice.â
âHas the snow stopped?â
âYeah, it probably stopped a while ago. Shall we go downstairs and make a snowman? Look, there are some kids over there!â Xu Chaomu pointed out.
Nie Chenglang smiled helplessly, âYou realize theyâre kids, right? How old are you?â
âIâm forever eighteen!â Xu Chaomu laughed, âBesides, making snowmen isnât age-specific. You canât discriminate against me.â
âDo you know how to make a snowman?â
âThatâs easy! Iâll direct you, and youâll build!â
Nie Chenglangâs face was lined with exasperation.
âLetâs go, letâs go, if we donât, the snow will start to melt.â
âDonât run too fast, donât fall!â Nie Chenglang hurriedly dressed in his coat and chased after her.
Xu Chaomu drank a few sips of water, placed the cup on the table, and ran out.
She had always loved making snowmen, ever since she was a child.
In the Shen Family home during winter, she was the only one who would make snowmen; no one joined her.
The people of the Shen family disdained such childish games, always believing it to be a waste of time.
They would go and learn piano or attend various banquets, while she, alone and in silence, would make snowmen in the courtyard.
They would never take her to the banquets either.
Every time Shen Yanrou saw her making a snowman, she would sneer with ill intent. She would even kick the snowman Xu Chaomu had built, seeming quite pleased with herself after kicking it, then walking away with a strut.
Back then, Xu Chaomu would get very angry and would argue with Shen Yanrou, who ignored her, always repeating the same line, âA mongrel from the outside that can only stack snow. You canât play the piano, canât dance, utterly useless. A sparrow can never become a phoenix.â
Despite Xu Chaomuâs quick-wit, she never knew how to retort.
Lost in thought, Xu Chaomu ran down to the hospitalâs ground floor.
A few golden-haired and blue-eyed kids had already made a small snowman and were now starting a snowball fight.
They rolled up the snow with their red-frozen little hands into big snowballs and flung them at each other, having a blast.
âHit, hit, oh, hit!â These kids spoke English fluently.
Snowballs flew through the air, some missing their targets and hitting trees, others striking the side of a building.
Of course, some hit innocent passersby, like Xu Chaomu!
âYou little guys, youâre hitting me on purpose!â Xu Chaomu pretended to be âangry.â
She had just come downstairs when a large snowball struck her head, instantly making her appear battle-scarred.
âBig sister got hit, thereâs a big white flower on big sisterâs head.â The kids were especially delighted, clapping their hands in approval.
The few golden-haired, blue-eyed tykes were incredibly adorable, with curly hair, long eyelashes, and hopping and skipping while clapping their hands.
While Xu Chaomu wasnât paying attention, a few children bent down to scoop up more snowballs, aiming to throw them at her.
How could Xu Chaomu let herself be at a disadvantage? When a snowball was thrown her way, she swiftly ducked, dodging it!
With the swiftness of a thunderbolt, she grabbed a handful of snow and hurled it toward the opposite side!
First she feigned a throw, which made the little brats hurry to run away, only to realize a few steps later that the snowball hadnât come at all. Only then did Chaomu quickly smash it towards them!
âOw, ow, ow, cold, cold, cold!â the little brats immediately screamed.
The snowball hit one of the kids smack on the head without deviation.
The little guy thrashed about, reaching up to dig out the snow on his head.
As he dug, he also grumbled, âBad sister⦠no⦠bad auntie⦠bad auntie⦠the mean auntie who bullies peopleâ¦â
Cheering herself with a clap of her hands, Chaomu boasted proudly, âStill dare to throw at your sister now?â
âDare!â
After saying that, the little guy, unconvinced, pouted his lips, bent over, and with his little palm rolled a tiny snowball.
He tossed the little snowball at Chaomu, who was ready this time, and dodged it with an agile sidestep.
She ran over to this kid, bent down, and with a smile, gently touched his tender, pink cheeks.
âLittle guy, how old are you?â
âFive.â
âAnd where are you from?â
âMy home is right here in Paris.â
âWhere are your mommy and daddy?â
âWhy do you want to know? If I say my mommy and daddy arenât here, are you going to bully me again?â The kid pouted, his big eyes rolling around.
âSister is a good person, I wonât bully you. Look at sister, do I look like a bad person? Have you ever seen a bad person this pretty?â
âMy mommy says, pretty sisters are like tigers. Donât play with tigers; tigers eat people.â
Chaomuâs eyes twitched, then she quickly countered, âThen your mommy is also a tiger, right?â
âMy mommy is not a tiger, my mommy is so nice, I love her the most.â The little guy protested.
âBeautiful women are all tigers, and if your mother isnât a tiger, then doesnât that mean your mother isnât pretty?â
The little one held his head, huh, that seemed to make sense.
Patting his head, Chaomu said, âSo you see, sister is not a tiger. Come on, let sister give you a hug, okay?â
Chaomu really liked this child; she felt affection for him from the first glance.
Foreign kids were like little dolls, surely just as comfy to hold.
Seeing that Chaomu was quite friendly, the kid blinked his big eyes a few times and stretched out his arms: âPretty sister, hug.â
âYeah, hug!â
Chaomu picked him up. She herself was still a kid at heart, so she really didnât hold kids very often.
And there, she almost dropped the little guy.
Nie Chenglang quickly came to her side and supported the kid from behind, laughing, âIf you had dropped him, you really would have been a tiger.â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHolding a kid is so much fun, just look at him, so adorable. Do you think his hair is naturally curly or permed? Itâs like a wig!â
Chaomu touched his hair, then his little hands, full of joy.
Kids are really cute.
And their little chubby faces.
Foreign kids are so fun, with their blond hair, blue eyes, big watery eyes.
âOf course, itâs naturally curly.â Nie Chenglang also laughed. âWho would perm a childâs hair?â
âBad sister, youâre pulling my hair; it hurts. I donât want to play with you anymore; you canât hold kids.â The little one began to squirm in Chaomuâs embrace.