Ch 671: This winter is too cold.

“Are you going to see Qianqian?”

Mo Mo glanced at her professional attire, “Isn’t that obvious?” That damn drunk man soiled her coat; she could still smell the alcohol.

Gu Lin got out of the car without a word, took off his coat, and offered it to her, “Change into this.”

“That’s too much trouble, Senior Gu. I can just take off my coat.”

Saying this, Mo Mo proceeded to take off her coat.

It has to be said that winter is still very cold. Without her coat, the cold wind hit her instantly, making her shiver.

Gu Lin’s brow furrowed slightly, and he proactively put the coat on her.

“Don’t be stubborn.”

Mo Mo was speechless. She and Gu Lin weren’t really acquainted; she had only heard of this influential senior’s reputation.

“Senior Gu, we… are just strangers, right?”

Honestly, would you be so kind to a complete stranger?

She certainly wouldn’t.

Gu Lin smiled faintly, “We are alumni.”

He didn’t know why, but he found a sense of Qianqian in her. Although he knew he shouldn’t be kind to her because of his feelings for Qianqian, he couldn’t seem to control himself.

Perhaps it was because he really liked Qianqian too much.

Liked her to the depths of his soul.

Gu Lin was gentle and refined, courteous and polite, making it difficult not to be moved. Mo Mo had once liked and persisted in her feelings for Murong Yu, but now, comparing the two, Gu Lin was a celestial being, while Murong Yu was just an ordinary person.

“Thank you, Senior Gu.” After saying this woodenly, she realized that Gu Lin had already helped the drunk man into the car.

“I’ll take him to the Police Station. You hurry and find Qianqian.”

“Yes.”

Watching the car speed away, Mo Mo looked down at the coat, subconsciously pulling it closer, revealing a faint smile full of warmth.

……

This winter was destined to be cold; the falling snow seemed to never stop.

Early in the morning, Song Huihui arrived at the Bai Li Family.

The servant told her that Bai Li Qianhe was still asleep, so she tiptoed upstairs.

Although it was winter vacation, Qianhe had been busy at the Company for the past few days and must be exhausted.

Carefully opening the door, the room was pitch black; the curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all the light from outside.

Song Huihui didn’t go in; she quietly closed the door. She would wait for Qianhe to wake up before talking to him.

Fine snow fell softly, covering the courtyard, the branches of the trees, the flowerbeds, the pond… everything was a blanket of white.

Around nine o’clock, Bai Li Qianhe still hadn’t gotten up.

Song Huihui anxiously looked at the clock. Qianhe had a habit; no matter how tired he was, he would always get up at 8:30 the next day.

It was already half an hour late…

Feeling a growing unease, she went upstairs again, opened the door, and the room was still pitch black.

She turned on the light. The person on the bed was sleeping peacefully.

But the crimson stain on the pillow was truly striking.

“Qianhe!”

With a cry of alarm, Song Huihui stumbled over.

Only then did she realize that Bai Li Qianhe’s face was as pale as snow, with dried bloodstains on his lips.

“Qianhe! Wake up!”

She touched his hand and found his body temperature frighteningly low. She hugged him tightly.

“Qianhe!”

Bai Li Qianhe slowly woke up, his eyes hazy. It had been a long time since he had felt this cold. He had originally planned to get up, but a sudden dizziness forced him back onto the bed, and then he seemed to have unconsciously vomited blood.

“Huihui.”

Song Huihui hugged him tightly, sobbing, “You scared me to death!”

She was so afraid he wouldn’t answer her again…

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