"Where's Gege? Is he back?"

Song Yaoyao carried her backpack upstairs while Uncle Zhang followed behind.

"Oh, Miss Song, why didn't you bring an umbrella. How long were you in the rain for? Your hair is so wet. Be careful not to catch a cold!" he nagged.

"It's okay, it's okay! Don't worry, Uncle Zhang~ I'm fine~"

"The Master is in the study. Go have a bath first so you don't get sick!"

This young lady was the youngest person in the house, so Uncle Zhang often worried about whether she was full, whether she was warm, whether she was hungry at school, and whether anyone bullied her.

He watched as Song Yaoyao ran around and sighed. He quickly instructed someone to prepare some soup for warming the body so he could serve it to Song Yaoyao later.

After a short while, Song Yaoyao came back down in a padded jacket, a hat, and a scarf.

Uncle Zhang was surprised. "Miss Song, are you planning to go somewhere again?"

"No! I simply want to build a snowman!"

Song Yaoyao's eyes curved as she stretched her neck and looked outside.

The courtyard was big, but it had already been cleaned to the point where there was only a thin layer of freshly fallen snow.

"Ahem... Build a snowman?"

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but laugh. He had been serving the Huos for many years, but they had always been like mini-adults from a young age filled with seriousness. Childish activities like building a snowman had never been seen in this household.

"But it's cold outside!"

"That's why I'm wearing extra layers~" Song Yaoyao's dimples sunk and her eyes lit up. "Uncle Zhang, I want to build a Gege!"

She was beaming as she asked Uncle Zhang for a small bucket and a shovel, and ran outside.

It was a cold winter night, but the courtyard was lit brightly. The lights fell upon the snow, making it sparkle like crystals.

Song Yaoyao puffed out a breath of visible air and ran down a small path. As expected, there was a thick layer of snow in the small garden.

Huo Ningxi had been leaving early and returning late recently. As soon as he stepped out of the car, he saw a small and puffy figure running toward the small garden in the snow.

He pressed his lips together and looked toward the wide-open door of the manor.

The living room was empty. He turned around and headed for the small garden instead of going inside.

Although it was known as the small garden, it did not occupy a small amount of land.

On the right, there was a pavilion, and on the left, there was a lot of greenery.

Little lamps lined the two sides of the pebbled path like mushrooms emerging from the snow, and it emitted a hazy light through the blanket of white.

He looked at the string of footprints on the ground and his lips curved quietly.

He looked at the troublemaker running away quickly.

She was gone in the blink of an eye.

He followed the footsteps, ran past the pavilion, and saw the girl in the empty field.

Amidst the vast snow, the girl kneeled on the ground with her back facing him.

She wore a knitted beanie with a fluffy ball on top of her head and it shook with her every movement.

A stream of sunlight seemed to finally light up Huo Ningxi's eyes for the first time in the last few days.

There seemed to be amusement in his eyes as he headed for Song Yaoyao.

His shoes squeaked across the snow, but Song Yaoyao was so focused on building the snowman that she did not notice at all.

So, as soon as a voice sounded behind her, Song Yaoyao fell on the snowy ground in shock.

"Song Yaoyao, what are you doing?"

"Ah—"

Song Yaoyao wore a lot of layers, and her shoes were covered by a thick layer of snow. Now that she was sitting in the snow, it looked like half her body had been buried from this perspective.