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When she woke up, she could feel the cold winter air rushing in through the windows she had forgotten to close. When she opened her eyes, she saw the heavy curtains she had put on after the cold weather had been blown up and down by the wind, as if they were endless. The weather was strange this year. It felt colder than usual, but there was no snow.

She had originally been leaning on the pillow to read the baby book, but who knew that she would fall asleep after reading it? Now, even if she woke up, she would still maintain her sleeping posture with her legs flat on the bed. Seeing that her baby was about to be born, her body felt heavier and heavier. Even her legs were swollen. She didn't feel too good staying in the same position for so long.

He pulled the blanket up a little bit more, but he still felt cold. It was like a cold feeling was spreading from the bottom of his heart to his whole body.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened. The winter's sky had already darkened. Just as she was struggling to get up and turn on the light, someone knocked on the door.

"Kovi, can I come in?" The person outside the door was an old man from the Song Family, who also raised Song Zixiu. Song Zixiu called her mother Zhou and treated her with special respect. It was said that Mrs. Zhou had married someone when she was young, but because that person left early, Mrs. Zhou stayed with the Song Family for the rest of her life.

Both of his legs moved to the floor, and he was still sitting on the bed, giving an "En" in an indifferent manner.

The door opened, and an old woman with a head of white but meticulously coiled hair entered. Her back was not stooped in the least, and she was in good spirits as soon as she entered the room she said, "It's time for dinner." He went over to the window and closed it, then turned around with a hint of reproach, "You're a person with a body too. You must take note of what you need to do. Don't go against your own body, or you'll suffer in the end."

He knew that this old man was really good to him, but because Song Zixiu had called him over to take care of her, his heart had always been separated by a layer. She tried to stand up using the headboard, but Mrs. Zhou quickly came over and hugged her to make it easier for her to stand.

As the two of them walked out of the room, Mrs Zhou casually said, "Zi Xiu called back in the afternoon and said that there would be a social gathering tonight, so he won't be coming back."

"Yes." Lu Ke Wei still replied indifferently. On the surface, he didn't seem to have any emotions, as if he didn't care whether Song Zi Xiu would come back or not. Song Zixiu had left early and returned late like this for who knows how long. Sometimes, she never even came back, but Mother Zhou would tell her the same thing every day. She had only listened to it, but she had never really believed it.

Dinner was still a nutritious meal that Mama Zhou had specially prepared, but Lu Kewei had no appetite at all. Mama Zhou stood beside her, occasionally persuading her to eat more, forcing her to eat more.

After dinner, Lu Kewei sat alone in the living room watching TV. He turned on the floor lamp in the corner, and the light from the huge LCD TV shone on her.

After playing the television program a few times, he really couldn't find anything to watch. Lu Kewei supported his waist, stood up and walked towards Song Zixiu's study. His body was too heavy to play outside, much less work. He still spent half of the day sleeping, and the only thing left to do was to watch TV and read books.

Lu Kewei was already very familiar with the layout of Song Zixiu's study. She had wanted to read a few books since a long time ago, but the place where they were placed was a little difficult for her. She thought about it. She had wanted to read it for a long time, so she didn't want to keep it in mind.

With one carelessness, a large pile of books fell off the bookcase with a crackling sound. A few of them landed on her body, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

In the photo was a young woman. She was very pretty, and her smile was like the warm winter sun. Just one glance was enough to make people fall in love with her. The hand he used to hold the photo was a little shaky. It was like a slow motion picture replay as he slowly turned the photo over. After the photo was the four words written with handsome strokes, "My beloved". She immediately flipped through the other photos, all of which had the same words.

It was rare for her to not be polite when she opened the door. She could not help but scold him as soon as she saw him standing in the pile of books, "If you want to read something, just let me know. I can help you with it, but why is it that I don't care about my body all the time?" As he spoke, he walked to her side, wanting to see if she was hurt in any way.

Lu Kewei just stared at the photo in his hand, his expression was still shockingly calm. "Mother Zhou, who is that person in the photo?"

Moments later, Mother Zhou's expression changed drastically, but she was used to being unperturbed. She quickly retracted her shocked and flustered expression and calmly replied, "I really don't know who this person is."

Lu Kewei didn't see her reaction. He squeezed the photo tighter and said in a small but firm voice, "Mom Zhou, help me call the driver. I'm going to find Song Zixiu."

Mother Zhou was a little flustered and hurriedly advised, "Ke Wei, what's the matter that you're not in a hurry for? Moreover, it's already so late."

With an abnormal pale face, he insisted, "Zhou, help me call the driver. I have something to ask him right now."

Seeing that she was unmoved, Mrs. Zhou changed her advice. "If you really want to see him immediately, I'll call him and tell him to come back immediately. If you have a big belly, then don't run around."

"Mom Zhou, if you don't help me call him, then I'll just call him myself."

Mrs Zhou had no other choice but to call for the driver and instruct him on a few things to pay attention to. Even so, Zhou's mother was still worried. She reminded him of quite a few things he needed to pay attention to.

The car quickly drove away from the villa area. Lu Kewei looked out of the window quietly. The lights were bright, neon flashing, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. Song Zixiu had done so many things that she hated deeply. Shen Qingyang had suffered such heavy injuries last year, yet he was still nowhere to be found. Even if it was impossible for her and him to be together, they still couldn't be like this without knowing whether he was alive or dead. In the past, she had imagined that Song Zixiu might have done so much because he liked her. But now, it seemed that everything was a huge joke.

After tearing apart many things, it would usually be a pain of flesh and blood. Since he had someone he loved, why did he forcefully break up the relationship between her and Shen Qingyang? Why did he have to make Shen Qingyang's whereabouts unknown? She had to get everything clear.

The car was on a high shelf when it was suddenly blocked and a line of cars lined up on the viaduct. The driver could not sit still any longer. He turned to Lu Kewei and said, "It seems like there was a car accident. I think we should go out at the next intersection and take a detour to the clubhouse."

Lu Kewei nodded, "Do whatever you want. As long as you can get there quickly, it's fine." When she looked outside the window again, it was actually snowing. She said lightly, "It's finally snowing."

When the driver saw the opening, a beautiful tail flick out of the traffic. At that moment, a large truck suddenly appeared behind their car, trying to overtake them.

A few seconds before the accident, Lu Kewei's phone rang. She took it out and saw that the caller ID was Song Zixiu.

At the moment of the car accident, she threw her phone out. However, before she threw it out, she had already pressed the answer button.

Before he lost his consciousness, his last impression was that it was snowing heavily outside, as well as Song Zixiu's voice, "Ke Wei, Ke Wei, are you there?" Can you hear me? "

This year, the snow in the imperial city was very heavy. It was big enough to cover up some of the ugly things that had happened, as well as some unknown stories.