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He wanted to build a tall and perfect snowman...

Like him...

There was sadness and loss in his eyes.

He Tingyu also put down the sled and turned to leave...

There were only three formed snowmen and one broken snowman in the snow.

*

In the kitchen, He Shaochen helped Mu Siyin prepare dinner. He obviously had no enthusiasm. He was still thinking about the unfinished snowman in his heart, and he couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

While Mu Siyin was cooking, she turned around and looked at the sadness in He Shaochen's eyes, feeling a little distressed...

She couldn't bear to let her son feel depressed...

He understands the truth and is not angry, but he is still unhappy.

…

After dinner, He Shaochen didn't even play games. He just played with toys in the toy room and went back to his room to sleep at nine o'clock.

The words he spoke were just short sentences and there was no interest in him.

…

Mu Siyin waited until late at night, when He Shaochen and Xiao Zijin were fast asleep. He opened his eyes, listened to the shallow and even breathing of the two children beside him, and carefully withdrew his hand.
Chapter completed!