Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 884 - 335: If Only We Could Turn Back Time (Part 4)_2
When she was little, every time it snowed, she would run around the yard, too excited to contain herself.
Lin Chu snapped back from her reverie, her eyes gradually focusing, meeting Lu Huai’an’s deep gaze, with a gentle aura emerging from the depths.
The emotion in his eyes was somewhat complex, like... tenderness?
She had never seen this side of Lu Huai’an before.
Though she knew she shouldn’t expect anything, at this moment, the tree that bloomed in her heart began to sway its branches and leaves, a feeling of irresistible heart palpitation causing her heart to skip a few beats.
As if she had been scalded, she unnaturally lowered her head, avoiding the man’s unfathomable gaze.
"I’ve already peeled the apple. Eat it before you go."
Lin Zongjun looked at the slightly yellowed apple and couldn’t help but laugh, "There are two of us, and you only peeled one?"
"Half for each of us," Lin Chu wanted to give herself a thumbs-up for her cleverness.
As she spoke, she cut the apple into small pieces, divided them onto two plates, and set them in front of each person.
"Finish it quickly, I’m going to the bathroom and need to set off the fireworks before midnight."
With that, she jumped off the sofa and ran upstairs with light footsteps.
Lu Huai’an watched the playful figure disappear around the staircase corner, then slowly returned his gaze to the plate of apples in front of him.
In the warm living room, after finishing the apple, Lin Zongjun drank hot tea.
In a deep and gentle voice, he asked, "Huai’an, what’s been up with Xiao Chu these past few days? She doesn’t seem very happy."
He had noticed how his daughter subtly avoided her husband’s closeness.
It didn’t seem like they were having a disagreement, but their interactions weren’t like before either.
Lu Huai’an lowered his eyes slightly, the emotions in his depths hidden thoroughly without a trace.
The black handmade shirt added a few somber touches to his aura, and his well-defined features revealed no clues that could be probed deeper.
The tie he wore was the one Lin Chu had given him.
His long fingers held the teacup, the swirling steam drifting over the buttons of his shirt, his gaze fell on the tea leaf spinning in the water.
He answered serenely, "She’s mad at me."
Hearing this, Lin Zongjun chuckled, "The little girl is still young. I’ve spoiled her a bit, so it’s understandable she has a bit of a temper. I can’t be with her forever; I hope you’ll tolerate her more in the future."
He would leave first, and by then, his daughter would be left alone.
If there was someone who loved her more than he did, he could rest easy by then.
Lu Huai’an understood Lin Zongjun’s meaning.
"I should."
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The snow was falling heavily, and the whole world echoed with the sound of firecrackers.
Lin Chu held steel wool fireworks in her hand, the flames illuminating her bright eyes brighter than the snow.
Lin Zongjun, who had lost the chess game, was building a snowman for her in the yard, his shoulders piled high with snow.
The warm breath he exhaled turned into white mist.
"Did you know, Huai’an, it used to rarely snow in An City before. Our Xiao Chu was already four when she first saw snow, and she was overjoyed, running around with a little shovel, looking up to let the snowflakes fall into her mouth."
As he thought about it, it seemed such a scene appeared before his eyes.
A little girl in a pink cotton coat giggling as she spun circles in the snow, her lighthearted laughter more melodious than wind chimes.
"She said the sky was dropping ice cream, a New Year’s gift from the Monkey King, and insisted the snow tasted like sweet strawberry."
After laughing, Lin Zongjun sighed.
"It seems like only a few days have passed, but in the blink of an eye, she’s grown so much."
Growing up means gradually losing many things.
His daughter no longer loved to laugh.
The snowman was already bent into shape, its round belly propped on a sturdy base.
Lin Chu’s eyes grew moist and warm liquid trickled down the sides.
Standing next to her, Lu Huai’an’s gaze remained on her face throughout. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
The fireworks in her hand burned to the end, and the flames gradually faded, leaving only the dim streetlight illuminating the yard.
Lu Huai’an didn’t speak, simply snuffed out his cigarette and draped his coat over the girl’s shoulders.
Then he stepped into the vast snowy scene.
Lin Chu stood under the eaves, witnessing this scene:
With his energy spent, Lin Zongjun rested nearby, perhaps feeling emotional, or maybe it was because it was the first time the Lin Family celebrated New Year’s with three people. He seemed full of endless stories, all about his beloved daughter.
