Seeing that Xuenuo was about to leave, Wei Mingjia hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, wiped his wet hands on his body, and helped Xuenuo: "Mr. Snow, are you leaving now?"

Snow nodded: "Yes."

"Can't you leave tomorrow morning? It's already very late."

"I don't have time to rest, you see it, I can't see it, so I have to save time."

Wei Mingjia no longer dissuaded: "I understand, then, mom, I'm going to send Mr. Snow?"

Mother Wei, who was lying on the bed, was as cheerful as possible: "Well, go. But, when I was a kid, can you... go with Mingjia? I'm not relieved to be so late."

"…,” Shi Miye didn't move, but just lowered his head and looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the stove, and finally squeezed out a few words, "I'm sorry, aunt, I..."

"Minye, what do you mean!? Isn't it..."

"I'm sorry! I just... remembered some unpleasant things." Shi Miye coldly interrupted Wei Mingjia, who was a little annoyed.

Wei Mingjia expressed his unhappiness several times, but was immediately interrupted by Shi Miye's apology.

The air is so dull that it is unreasonable.

Snow's voice was untimely inserted: "Did you quarrel because of me?"

"No, it has nothing to do with you, it's my own problem." Shi Ziye walked out of the room, used the wind magic, jumped onto the roof of Wei Mingjia's house, and lay down bent his knees.

This night, there was no wind, no stars or moon.

I don’t know how long it took, but I only know that there are only scattered spots of light left on the street.

"That... I'm young? Can you please come down? I want to talk to you." Someone shouted below.

Shi Minye didn't move, and the people below shouted a few more times. Shi Minye sat up impatiently and looked down. It was Xue No. on a crutch: "Don't you... should you leave?"

"Well... haha, I just don't want to see others because I'm not happy," Snow still kept a faint smile. "Where I, I usually need help with others, but I can still do such things as persuading the fight."

"But, for you and me, they are all strangers. Whoever I quarrels with or who I don't have a good time with, it has nothing to do with you, right?" Shi Miye jumped off the roof and fell in front of Snow.

Snow stroked the broken hair on his forehead: "Yes. But I'm very envious."

Shi Miya didn't quite understand what this said meant.

Snow patiently explained: "Because you have time to quarrel, and there is even a partner you can quarrel, which is a proof of good relationships. I probably have nothing, at least after the day after tomorrow, I will lose it completely. That's why I want to stop Jessica and the others. Even if they still refuse to listen to me, I... have to work harder, at least I still have time to do something and do something that only I can do."

When he said this, Snow unconsciously showed a sad and determined expression, which made Shi Minye silent for a long time. Finally, Shi Minye still asked: "Whether the relationship is good or not, it's just a stranger who has only known for less than a month. But are you, those people really that important to you? Obviously, no matter what you want to do now, you can't complete it alone. Even if you can do it, do you think you can change the status quo on your own?"

"I still want to try it, even in vain," said Snow clenched his fists and placed it in his heart. Shi Miya wanted to say to him, "You think about the world too well." But he couldn't say it. Wei Mingjia, who had served his mother asleep at this time, walked out of the house. Snow felt the awkward atmosphere between the two of them, so he said, "Let me tell you two about the story of me and Jessica, and just treat it as a boring pastime of this long night."

No one objected, so Xue Nou groped and sat down on the ground. The ground was a little cold but not wet. Shi Miye and Wei Mingjia had to sit down with him.

"Jessica and I... are not completely childhood sweetheart playmates." After feeling that both of us sat down, Snow opened up.

"When I was young, I could still see the appearance of the world I lived in. My impression of the appearance of this city was still at that time, including the appearance of the people I knew. Many of the people I remembered were still long ago, especially those who passed away, including my mother.

"My mother is a pretty person. As far as I can remember, she has been doing all kinds of jobs in the slums, sometimes she has to do a few jobs a day. Although she is very tired, her mother is very cheerful.
Chapter completed!