"Am I crying?" She reached for her cheek and felt a slippery patch. "Strange, how did I cry? I'm very happy."

"Snow." Yan Mingyao wanted to go upstairs and embrace her, but she was refused.

Ao Xue raised his head. "I don't need your pity."

He took back his arms and sat stiff on the mat. He knew long ago that she would not let him in even when he was weak.

"Go back." He whispered, but suddenly there was a dark, sweet kiss paving the way.

Ao Xue was as mad as he was afraid to climb into the co-driver's seat, sit on him separately, and kiss him crazily...