Hong Kong is in full swing

She stared blankly at her friend before her, and after a long while she slowly responded, "Tongtong..."

"Ok?"

Li Yan stretched out her hand and touched the other person's exposed arm to feel the warmth.

After noticing that his body was still worryingly cold, he immediately wrapped the scarf more carefully.

"It's so cold tonight, why are you wandering around alone? But it's a good thing you met us," she said with a bright smile and a wink. "We just made a pot of hot ginger soup at home. Drinking it will definitely warm you up quickly."

Although I felt that I shouldn't cause trouble to others, the sound of Dongyue driving came from the side and he quickly stopped.

He rushed out of the car to greet them, shouting, "It's so cold! This is just like the weather in Northeast China! Come in and get out of the wind!"

As he spoke, he exaggeratedly shook his hands, urging them on.

Seeing this scene, not only Li Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing, even Yu Wan, who had been silent before, was amused.

In this way, with the enthusiastic care of her friends, she finally sat in a comfortable seat.

After closing the door, Dongyue carefully handed Li Yan a small stew pot filled with hot ginger soup from the front row.

The pot was still steaming, obviously it had just been cooked.

The latter took the can and slowly poured out a bowl of warm ginger soup from it, then handed it to Yu Wan with both hands. "Drink it while it's hot, otherwise it will get cold soon."

Yu Wan nodded and took the porcelain bowl.

After taking a light taste, he immediately stopped all movements and the expression on his face became a little subtle.

"This...this is too spicy."

He frowned and complained somewhat painfully.

Hearing this, Dongyue, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help laughing: "Oh, I told you not to put too much ginger! Look, it's spicy now!"

Li Yan rolled her eyes at him, obviously not finding it so funny.

Then he turned around and gently suggested, "If you really can't stand the taste, then drink less. Or even if you really don't want to continue drinking it, that's fine. After all, if you catch a cold, you'll eventually have to rely on drinking those unpalatable Chinese medicines to get better!"

Suddenly, a voice was heard in this small car - Mr. Huo.

Just these two words made Yu Wan, who was originally staring at the rippling liquid in the porcelain bowl in her hand, suddenly raise her head and lower her gaze to the small, blurry surface of water in front of her.

Then, she gently asked the two friends beside her, "Are you two... sent by Mr. Huo to come to me?"

Regarding this question, Li Yan looked at Dong Yue, who was also silent beside her, for help.

Dongyue sighed, then slowly answered, "He's really worried about you and cares about you. He's been wanting to see you ever since he heard the news about you."

Hearing such sincere words, Yu Wan's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The chilly wind mixed in with the cold air made her nose feel a little sour.

He clutched the bowl tightly in his hand, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "Actually, I know all this..."

In order to make her friend feel a little better, Li Yan, who was sitting next to her, stretched out her arms and hugged Yu Wan tightly to express her deepest care and support.

Seeing this scene, Dongyue beside him gently added a word of comfort: "He also asked me to tell you: In this world, there will always be many things that don't go as planned. True perfection is never the state we pursue in our daily lives."

After hearing this, Yu Wan could no longer hold back her tears, and they fell one by one into the small porcelain bowl in her hand.

Li Yan, who was sitting in the front seat, seemed to sense the change in the heavy atmosphere in the car, so she took out a few tissues from her bag and silently handed them to Dong Yue, who was sitting in the back, so that he could more conveniently give Yu Wan the necessary comfort.

At the same time, he continued in a very gentle and calm tone: "He also asked me to tell you something. Whenever and wherever you need him, you can go to London to find him. You will always be welcome back there."

——He’s waiting for you over there.

Hearing this, Yu Wan could no longer control her inner excitement and tears quietly flowed out.

There was a tremor in her voice, as if even speaking required great courage.

The car slowly passed through the street, and the rain fell gently on the ground, as if accompanying the sad mood.

Dongyue slowly parked the car in a parking lot, and then the three of them got out of the car together and went upstairs in silence and heaviness.

When they said goodbye at the door of her house, Yu Wan returned to her room, took out her cell phone, and with her fingers trembling slightly, she finally dialed Huo Shuyan's number.

"Huo Sheng."

Her voice was slightly hoarse and filled with indescribable emotions.

"Ah."

Huo Shuyan's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding as calm as ever. Then, as if he had noticed something, he asked her with concern, "Have you cried?"

The gentleness in his tone instantly made Yu Wan feel even more bitter in her heart.

Yu Wan let out a soft moan in her throat, trying to hide her emotions.

Huo Shuyan seemed to be able to feel her sadness and gently called her name, "Don't cry anymore." These simple words were like warm fingers, trying to soothe the pain in her heart.

Yu Wan subconsciously bit her lips, trying to stop herself from crying, but she couldn't control the tears that continued to flow silently.

She couldn't understand why her pure and sincere feelings for Yu Xinxin eventually became the most painful thing for her.

She really loves Yu Xinxin deeply, and that feeling can even be called a part of her life!

I originally thought that the two of them should be the people in the world who can rely on and understand each other the most!

But fate chose to add a layer of bitterness to this beauty, turning this relationship into an unbearable emotional shackle.

I remember that Yu Xinxin once said lightly that if she had not come to this place that year, perhaps she could have avoided all the pain that followed.

But when I think about it carefully, perhaps the best outcome is that I shouldn't exist in this world at all.

This self-blame and despair intertwined together made her even develop a deep hatred for herself.

Why do you choose to struggle to survive in this world?

If I hadn't been able to endure the three minutes of torture I gave her four years ago, perhaps I could have avoided causing such heartbreak to my beloved.

In fact, the root of all this is not the other party's fault.

The root of the problem lies entirely with herself.

All that came from the other end of the phone was a quiet listening voice, and at this moment the room was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere.