"I want to go home."
"Alright, let's go home."
She said, "Walk with me, just keep walking like this... even when tired, don't stop."
"Foolish girl, if you're tired, there are people who care for you, alright?" said Gong Beitang.
"Who cares?"
"Your father, your mother, your sister..."
"And?"
"And me, I care the most." Gong Beitang said, gently touching her nose.
Sheng Qingxue bit her lip.
"Do you like snow that much?"
"It's alright..." Sheng Qingxue said.
"Then, let's keep walking, and when you're tired, just tell me, and I'll carry you. Hmm?"
"What if you get tired from carrying me?"
"Then I'll hold you."
"Wouldn't I be a burden then?"
"You..." Gong Beitang said, "Just be responsible for holding the umbrella for me."
Sheng Qingxue smiled softly. He held her palm as they walked along the snowy street.
It seemed all the past would be washed away.
