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Soon the children started playing with her, the atmosphere was no longer dead silent, and laughter filled the air.

However, Mo Lan always had a calm expression on his face, and his small body stood there in a daze, letting handfuls of snowflakes hit him.

The pink little girl noticed that she didn't dodge and was so anxious that she almost cried, "Little sister, don't just stand there like an idiot. If someone throws snowflakes at you, you have to dodge, otherwise it will be so cold if they hit you."

"Yes, little sister, look, hide like me." Another child jumped funny like a monkey, making a group of children laugh.

Only Mo Lan pursed his lips, with a cold and indifferent expression without any trace of humor.

The pink little girl noticed that she was unhappy, took her hand and said in a low voice, "Sister, don't you like snowball fights? Then how about we build a snowman?"

The three words "build a snowman" suddenly sounded like a stone exploding in a lake in Mo Lan's heart. She had been undergoing strict training and enlightenment for three years. During these three years, there was heavy snow every winter, like a piece of white silk, which was very spectacular and beautiful.

But she had never built a snowman. Not only had she never played with it, her only memory of snow was of punishment.

When she was one year old, she was punished by being sleepy and made to kneel in a snow pile for an hour. The little girl developed a high fever right after the punishment.

When she was two years old, she misread a translated word and was punished to kneel for half a day. After the punishment, she developed frostbite on her hands and feet. Her fingers and toes were swollen like carrots. That night, for the first time at such a young age, she couldn't sleep all night because of the pain.

It was even worse when she was three years old. She failed to learn 36 languages ​​within the stipulated time and was punished by being forced to kneel for three days and three nights.

Although she did not go hungry during those three days, the feeling of swallowing food mixed with frost and snow made her, at such a young age, feel like she was swallowing ice chips.

The rice and dishes were cold, and the only thing that warmed her heart was the hot water bottle that her grandmother secretly gave her.

When Mo Lan thought about the past, his little face became very tense.

The pink little girl noticed something was wrong with her, and she held her hand tightly and said softly, "What's wrong with you, sister? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mo Lan was not used to being touched by others. There was a hint of resistance in her dull eyes. She wanted to pull her hand back, but the little girl held it very tightly.

She frowned and looked at her, "I'm fine, don't hold my hand, let go."

"No, I just want to play with my sister." The little girl stuck out her tongue playfully.

Mo Lan: “…”

"Wow, they're making a snowman. Come on, little sister, let's go too." The girl turned her head and saw that her companions had already made a snowman at some point. Regardless of whether Mo Lan was willing or not, she pulled her and trotted over.

Soon, snowmen of different sizes took shape in their hands. However, when it came to adding eyes, nose and mouth to the snowmen, Mo Lan, who could not contain his childish heart and pursuit of perfection, took the bag of props handed by the pink girl and carefully screened them.

Finally, a magical snowman with a hat, facial features, and a scarf appeared in everyone's sight, lifelike and exquisite...

Seeing this, a driver not far away took out his mobile phone, took a photo and sent it out. After sending it, he immediately received a considerable amount of money.

Di family.

Di Guanwei was so angry when he saw the photo of Mo Lan making a snowman, "Lu Mian, call that girl and tell her to get out of here."

An angry voice cut through the silence, and Lu Mian's chest trembled. Oh no, the master is angry, and the young lady...

"Why are you still standing there? Can't you hear me?"

"Master, please calm down. I will hit you now." Lu Mian wanted to calm Di Guanwei down first, at least this way the young lady would suffer less.

But seeing the bulging veins on his forehead, he was so frightened that he dared not say another word, because the more he said at this time, the more disadvantageous it would be for the young lady.

When Mo Lan received a call from Di Guanwei asking her to return to Di's house, her body, which had finally warmed up, instantly felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

Great-grandfather called Di back before she even arrived, so it was obvious that he must have known about her snowman-making business.

Tengsheng's eyes, which had been shining brightly, dimmed again. She quietly got into the car and headed back to Di's house.