Lin Wei'an slightly turned his head and looked at Xiao Fengting's face. He was wearing a gray scarf. He was wearing a black overcoat. With his lapels open, he could see the thin shirt inside, which made him thinner and thinner.

She took back her sight and thought to herself that Xiao Fengting is still having a bad time these days.

As a wife and his friend, she had no way to relieve him, but in her career, because she married Xiao Fengting, she gained a lot. She didn't know anyone who didn't know how to repay her kindness, so she was inevitably frustrated in the face of all this.

She thought of Xia Ling chatting and said, "have you contacted sister Ling? When are you going to let her back? "

Xiao Fengting kicked a stone buried in the snow, drooping his eyes and saying in a low voice: "wait for this year to pass."

"Sister Ling is a girl. If she comes back, she can accompany Miss Tang more. What do you think?"

Xiao Fengting stopped for a moment and seemed to think of something.

Indeed, the relationship between Xia Ning chat and Tang Qing is good.

In those years, he was angry and exiled Tang Qing to the United States because she made her own decisions. However, what has happened now has to admit that she has seen more deeply and farther than he has in the relationship between him and Tang Qing.

If you let Xia Ling chat back, will it ease the worsening relationship between him and Tang Qing?

For the first time, he was so fond of a person that he was at a loss. He was afraid of his hands and feet and worried about his gains and losses.

She is different from all the girls in the world. She is so fragile and stubborn than all the others.

He didn't even have a way.

Xiao Fengting's pale eyes were full of light. He raised his head to look at Lin Wei'an and said to her, "if you go back to the United States, if you see her, call her back."

Lin Wei An was stunned and seemed to be a little surprised. Then she was happy again, with a little curiosity: "call me to inform her? Why don't you contact in person? "

Xiao Fengting quietly and coldly hummed: "don't be so much nonsense."

Lin Weian followed him, "freak."

Xiao Fengting should not.

*

Tang Qing always felt that this winter was colder than every year in his memory.

However, according to the weather forecast, this year is a warm winter. Although there are several snows, the average temperature is warmer than in previous years.

But she was still freezing.

Later she thought that maybe her body was getting worse and worse. Even if the room was warm as spring, she could not help feeling cold.

If she goes on like this, she may not live for a few years.

She was ill, only heart medicine can be cured, and the person with the medicine in hand, but stingy to her.

She begged many times, and finally got tired of it. She never asked him again.

Her weak body is the mark left by the scars of these years. Her miserable life, which has been lingering for so many years, has finally revealed its clue when she is older.

In this world, there is no one who is invulnerable. The wound outside is healed, but the wound engraved in her soul is invisible. She and all people feel that they have nothing to do with themselves, but now they gradually understand that all the scars exist. The traces of those people who hurt her in those years have been stacked over time.

It was a wound in her soul that only she could touch.

Xiao Fengting changed another kind of traditional Chinese medicine. The medicine that came up every day was dark, but it tasted different.