The snowflakes scattered down from the sky, quickly covering the ground with a layer of soft, white blanket. Li Shaogang leaned against the car, unmoving like a statue.
Luo Ye nudged Zhao Qianqian: "Go and try to talk to him, he needs someone to help him through this."
"Sigh!" Zhao Qianqian sighed heavily, walked over, and gently tugged at his sleeve, "Shaogang, come home, at this moment, if you fall apart, who will your mother rely on?"
The other person remained standing, expression unchanged.
Zhao Qianqian increased her grip: "Li Shaogang, standing here turning into an ice man, or dying, what will it change?"
Li Shaogang's eyes moved slightly: "From the start, you knew it, everything was a show for me, right?"
"That's not true!" Zhao Qianqian looked at him earnestly, "You came to find me yourself, I couldn't have planned that, you know it."
