Closing his eyes, Wu Bingxuan took a deep breath and seemed to be able to smell the refreshing fragrance.
Opening his eyes again, his eyes were filled with solemnity, and with another soft tone, Wu Bing walked toward the manor with heavy steps.
"Miss."
The gatekeeper in front of the gate still had the same familiar face. Wu Bingxuan nodded lightly and walked into the manor.
Under the red plum tree, the thick snow on the empty swing piled up into a hill. The quiet fragrance of red plum blossoms floated on the tip of her nose, which suddenly relaxed her dull heart.
Her slender little hands gently stroked the swing, and her dark eyes stared intently at the fiery red plums without blinking for a long time.
"came back?"
A deep voice suddenly sounded, and Wu Bingxuan came back to his senses immediately, turned around and stared at the gray old man in the wheelchair, his dark eyes filled with shock.
He...has aged a lot.
"Just come back." Chu Wenbo stared at her lovingly, with a rare smile on his lips, and waved his hand to signal the people behind him to push him under the red plum tree.
"You..." Looking at his figure getting closer and closer, Wu Bingxuan stared at him warily.
"It's been a long time since I've seriously appreciated this red plum garden." Seemingly not seeing the repulsion in her eyes, Chu Wenbo lifted up the blanket on his body and stood up, "Would you like to take a walk with me?"
"Master..." The bodyguard behind him looked at him worriedly.
Chu Wenbo waved his hand to stop his unfinished words, and said softly to Wu Bingxuan: "Walk with me!"
After saying that, he walked towards the Red Plum Garden.
Staring at the trembling old figure, Wu Bingxuan's eyes felt hot. He quickly raised his chin, swallowed the bitterness in his throat, followed his footsteps, and accompanied him to enjoy this peaceful dreamy scenery.
"Remember when you first came to Chu's house, it was a snowy day like this. You cried and cried all day long, but you just weren't afraid of me." The corners of his lips raised slightly, and Chu Wenbo reached out and picked a bunch of red plums and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.
"It was also that year that this red plum garden was established."
Sighing slightly, Chu Wenbo stared at this patch of independent and frosty red plums as if he was nostalgic or sighing.
Wu Bingxuan remained silent, a crystal teardrop slid down his cheek, leaving a bright light in the air.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Bingxuan rubbed his sour nose, raised his head and stared at the familiar scenery.
"Daddy, what is that?" The little girl nestled in Chu Wenbo's arms, hugged his neck, pointed to a bunch of red branches in the servant's hands, and spoke with great interest.
"Don't call me daddy."
"Why?" The little girl blinked confused eyes in confusion.
"Because I don't like it."
"Then I won't scream." She smiled stupidly and hugged him tighter, "Tell me quickly what that is!"
"Those are red plums. Do you like Wenwen?" Chu Wenbo stared at her lovingly, took the flower branch handed over by the servant and put it into her little hand.
"I like it!" She nodded very hard, as if this could prove how much she liked it.
The big hand holding the flower branch tightened, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. Chu Wenbo asked softly: "Then do you like me more, or these red plums?"
"Huh?" The little girl raised her head in confusion and thought very seriously. It took a while before she said, "You."
Because this daddy is almost omnipotent, as long as she wants, he can give it to her, so she likes him even more.
However, he doesn't like to call him daddy...
Hmm! Then she won’t call him daddy.
As a little girl, she didn't understand anything. She only knew that if he didn't like it, she wouldn't praise him.
Chu Wenbo smiled slightly and gradually relaxed his clenched hands.