Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 93 - 0 Building a Snowman

Chapter 93: 093 Building a Snowman

Chapter 93: 093 Building a Snowman

He Xing’s feet were large, and so were his footprints, perfectly encasing Fu Han’s smaller ones.

As they walked, Fu Han felt a sudden urge and couldn’t help but look up at He Xing, who just happened to turn around, and their gazes met in the air.

It seemed as if something had changed, and yet it seemed as if nothing had at all.

A few seconds later, He Xing started walking forward again, but this time his steps were much smaller, no longer the long strides he had previously taken.

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A warmth filled Fu Han’s heart; so He Xing could also be so thoughtful at times.

In the past, she would often complain that He Xing didn’t act at all like a fiancé. He never catered to her whimsical wishes, wouldn’t drive her around when they went out, would never carry her shopping bags, and when walking together, he never took the initiative to hold hands. Sometimes when Fu Han took his hand, he would even shake it off.

Walking up from the He Family villa and a few minutes farther would bring them to the observatory of Lanwan, one of the best places for stargazing in City A.

The vast observatory was covered in pure white snow, much thicker than the snow below.

The wind wasn’t too strong, and it even felt not as cold as before. Standing on the observatory and looking down, with the help of the hazy lunar glow, the whole Lanwan Mountain looked like a world of ice and snow.

White snow, green trees, orange-yellow lights, and red-brick villas interspersed among them composed a beautiful winter landscape of Lanwan Mountain.

Even though Fu Han had just returned from Antarctica, where she had seen countless snowscapes, she was still stunned by the scene before her. Without her SLR camera, she resorted to using her phone as a camera.

After she finally looked back, satisfied, He Xing had already rolled a round snowball.

The huge snowball was twice as wide as He Xing, and standing in front of it, He Xing in his black down jacket somehow seemed a bit smaller.

She never expected that one day she would use the word “petite” to describe He Xing. Fu Han’s lips curved slightly upward, “Are you planning on making a giant?”

“Yes,” He Xing responded, with his bright smile shining through the falling snowflakes: “You have more experience building snowmen; come help.”

How should she describe He Xing’s smile just now?

Fu Han stared blankly at He Xing, searching her mind, yet feeling that all the praises in the world paled in comparison to that smile.

If she really had to describe it, it was like the wind in spring, the rain in summer, the falling leaves in autumn, and the snow in winter.

“Mesmerized?” He Xing had approached Fu Han without her noticing and, bending down, he tapped her forehead: “Since you like looking at me so much, why don’t we get back together? That way you can look to your heart’s content.”

Fu Han snapped out of her inappropriate daydreaming and rolled her eyes dismissively: “Maybe you are good-looking, but after all these years, I’ve had my fill. I’m not… interested in you.”

“Haha, Fu Han, I bet one day you’ll take back those words,” He Xing laughed, his laughter carrying far and wide, echoing around the mountaintop as if it never stopped, even though he only laughed twice.

Fu Han distinctly felt her heart skip several beats at the sound of his laughter, and she was acutely aware of the heat flushing her cheeks.

But what she disliked the most was He Xing’s self-assurance, always so sure that Fu Han wouldn’t leave. It was where she felt most defeated and what she couldn’t accept the most.

She ignored He Xing and moved away to build her own snowman: “I don’t want to do this with you. You make yours, and I’ll make mine.”

“Fine, let’s make it a competition and see whose snowman turns out better,” He Xing chuckled again, sounding unusually cheerful and sunny, like a spring breeze.

Fu Han vehemently resisted thinking about He Xing and simply wanted to quietly build a snowman that would remain on the peak of Lanwan Mountain until the sun came out to slowly melt it into a puddle.

The year her parents died was tough for her, and it was He Xing’s company at that time that made her harbor feelings for him for so many years.

She remembered that year was also very cold, with the wind blowing day and night, often making the windowpanes rattle loudly as she slept.

When it snowed near the New Year, Fu Han walked alone all over Lanwan Mountain and made a pair of small snowmen. In her heart, those snowmen represented her parents.

To prevent the snowmen from melting, she put them in the freezer, but one day, they disappeared all of a sudden.

That was the first time she cried so hard after her parents’ death. In the end, it was He Xing who hastily went down the mountain, visited many jewelry stores, and bought her two small plush snowmen to stop her tears.

Even now, she clearly remembered how He Xing, still a boy then, seriously told her: “Your parents haven’t left; they’re always by your side, protecting you. So you have to be good to yourself; they would be happy seeing you like that.”

If the snowmen were where the dream began, then let it end with the snowmen, too, as another kind of fulfillment.

Fu Han breathed on her hands, which were red from the cold, and saw He Xing bending over to roll his snowball, his dark blue scarf trailing on the ground, picking up some snow at the end.

Before long, two snowmen were built, their eyes from four pine cones He Xing had picked up, their noses from a few pine needles packed together, and their lips from a stick.

Fu Han’s snowman only reached up to her shoulders, while He Xing’s snowman was much taller than him.

He Xing insisted on placing the two snowmen together. Fortunately, the snowman he built was very sturdy and did not fall apart when moved.

Fu Han jokingly looked at the two snowmen of different sizes: “Father and daughter.”

“Then you give me a daughter in the future. This will be me and my daughter,” He Xing stood beside Fu Han, his eyes shining, breathing out a plume of vapor.

“Dream on,” Fu Han blushed with annoyance and pushed He Xing away: “I’ve divorced you, and you still think about me having your child? In your dreams…”

She pushed with a bit too much force, and He Xing, caught unawares, lost his balance and started falling backward.

Fu Han’s body reacted before her mind could, and she reached out to grab He Xing. But unexpectedly, she found herself toppling over as well.

The marble floor was slippery already, and with the extreme cold and ice, her feet slipped, and she fell forward along with He Xing.

He Xing lay sprawled on the ground, coughing fiercely.

Fu Han tried to get up but was also worried about He Xing’s condition. She leaned over him, anxiously asking: “Are you alright? Where does it hurt?”

“You… you’re standing on my hand,” He Xing groaned, the pain drawing a grimace on his face.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Fu Han frantically moved her foot away, but tragically did the splits and ended up sitting on He Xing.

Another grunt from He Xing, who looked defeated, his arms naturally wrapping around Fu Han’s waist: “You’re still as clumsy as ever.”