Chapter 70

Mrs. Meng had always been competitive, and now thathe heard Fu Zhengze's words, she could not help but tear his face and raise his voice to shout.

Quiet And Steadfast bit down on his lips. His fingers, which were gripped tightly by his father, were so cold that they felt like they were going to freeze. She couldn't move a single step.

Amidst the flying snow, those curses could no longer be heard but seemed to have been burned in her heart. She knew that there were no tears, she was only dragged along by her father as she staggered forward. Dirty and dirty.

"Understood, don't pay any attention to what those people said. Daddy believes in you." Fu Zhengze held his daughter's hand even more tightly. Originally, when he was walking on dead wood, it was almost difficult for him to even stand, but at this moment, in the snow that was as deep as an ankle, he was as steady and firm as a mountain. He walked step by step, bringing up a tiny safe sky for his most beloved daughter.

Jing knew she couldn't cry, but she nodded with all her might. "Dad …"

She called out silently, "Dad, I didn't do that …"

Fu Zhengze's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a blade, but he still nodded with all his might: "I know, go home, go home with daddy."

Jingzhi held his father's hand, in the dark night, under the snow, home.

No matter how hard it was to endure, no matter how painful, how sad, and how scared he was, there would always be parents who doted on him, and there would always be a home where he could rest.

Two figures snuggled together. The sky was vast, and all I wanted was a shoulder that shielded the wind from the snow. All I wanted was the warmth of my hands.

The car made its way through the deep snow, and the night sky of the city was lit up by streetlights. When they came out and saw the lights and decorations on the streets, they realized that it was Chinese New Year's Lantern Festival.

The children were wearing bulging cotton clothes as they chased and laughed. The white snow was covered in red gunpowder. It was truly a joyous event.

The car walked slowly, and Jingzhi just lay there looking out. Vaguely, she saw a cute little boy grab a handful of snow and sprinkle it on a little girl's head, making her cry out of anger. However, the little boy happily pulled her and coaxed: "Don't cry, I'm watering the flowers, you're my flower!"

"Where did you get snow to water the flowers? It's so cold!"

"Have you forgotten what our teacher taught us? This winter, the wheat field will be covered with three layers of quilts. Next year, we'll sleep on steamed buns, but the wheat plants will need to be covered with snow to harvest. You also need to sprinkle some snow to grow up quickly!"

"It's no fun growing up, don't grow up."

"Who said that when we grow up, we can get married. I'll buy you a big diamond ring to marry you home!"

The little girl giggled and the little boy just looked at her and laughed.

After the car had gone so far, Jingzhi was still looking behind her, her eyes were finally filled with tears. Whose flower was she? Who would pour snow on her to make her happy?