A person standing in the empty garden, around the snowflakes falling everywhere, the world is quiet, as if he was alone.

Shi Jinyang has never felt empty without anyone. For so many years, no one in his world has to be.

However, the sudden disappearance of Tong Yan made him feel as if he had been cut off, and suddenly he became empty.

A man stood in the garden for a long time, looking at the boundless snow, his eyes closed.

Yan Yan, where are you?

Shi Jinyang didn't know how long he was absent-minded in the garden, and then he drove out to look around for a while.

He searched all day and made countless calls to Tong Yan. However, all the replies he got were unanswered.

Shi Jinyang left Paris the next day. His plane flew directly to City C and arrived in China. When he got off the plane, it was still in the evening. He asked Shiluo, who came to pick him up, to drive his car to Qingjia. When he got there, he pushed the door open and went down.

"Master Shi, who are you looking for so late?" The bodyguard at the door saw him and asked politely.

Shi Jinyang didn't seem to hear or look at the man. He went straight to the main house.

At this time, twelve in the morning.

Qingjia people seem to have rested. The huge house is so quiet that they don't even see a few servants walking around.

Shi Jinyang walked all the way through the long garden to the main house, pushed the door of the hall, went upstairs and went straight to Tongyan's room.

The door opened, but the room was empty.

All the furnishings in the room are still the same as she used to be.

Tong Xiyao seems to be tidying up in person every day. The big room is as clean as if she was still there.

Everything here is the same as when she was here.

It's just that she's not as angry as she was.

She never came back.

Her clothes and everyday things were neatly packed up and put in the corresponding lockers.

She didn't come back and didn't attend the winter camp. Shi Jinyang suddenly didn't know where she had gone.

Standing quietly in her room for a while, I just met Qing Yafeng when I went downstairs.

Qingyafeng sat in the living room, as if he knew he was coming, arms around his chest, looking at the direction of his going down, as if he was waiting for him.

"The third uncle hasn't slept yet?" Shi Jinyang went downstairs step by step and said hello to him politely.

"I went to sleep, but I woke up again." Qingyafeng light way.

"I'm disturbing you." Shi Jinyang apologized to him, but he didn't feel guilty.

"Just back?" Regardless of sleep, qingyafeng stares at his clothes up and down.

The clothes on Shi Jinyang's body are still those of Tong Yan when she left. She had been dyed with a lot of snowflakes. When she came back, it was probably that the snow had melted and the water stains on her coat were small. It seemed that she hadn't changed them for a long time.

The clothes are dirty, the hair is messy, and even the scum has produced a lot in just a few days.

Qing Yafeng watched him grow up, knew him for so many years, and didn't see him so embarrassed.

Quietly staring at him like this for a long time, Qing Yafeng's eyes stagnated.

"Looking for Yan Yan?"

Shi Jinyang squinted at him, looked at his face with no expression, and walked towards him.

"Third uncle, do you know where Yan Yan is?"

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