Pei Huai looked at Jiang Ran and smiled, "You’re different. No matter when, you always look the same."

At first, these words might sound a bit convoluted.

But Jiang Ran immediately understood.

Before Jiang Ran could say anything, Pei Huai added, "Equally beautiful."

A simple adjective—beautiful.

But to Jiang Ran, this word was more pleasing than anything else.

Although sitting together was delightful, and the conversation was interesting, even the cold wind didn’t feel chilly.

But it was time to go to sleep.

The two stood up together, slowly walked back to the main courtyard, and as they reached the corridor, they saw Pei Yang coming out of Pei Huai’s room.

Facing them, Pei Yang felt awkward for a moment but quickly smiled.

"Brother, sister-in-law, you’re back! Good evening! On such a cold day, don’t stand outside, hurry into the house, hurry into the house, I’m off to bed too."

After saying this in a hurry, without waiting for Jiang Ran and Pei Huai to respond, Pei Yang ran off.

Jiang Ran and Pei Huai watched Pei Yang return to his room and close the door, then exchanged a glance and smiled together.

"Go to sleep quickly, we’ll talk tomorrow," Pei Huai said.

Jiang Ran nodded, "You should sleep early too."

Jiang Ran withdrew her hand and headed to her room.

Once inside, she closed the door and exhaled deeply.

Love really is intoxicating!

Is this what they call falling in love after marriage?

Who would have thought, crossing into a book, I caught up with a trend.

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The next day, it was a bright, sunny day.

After breakfast, stepping outside, the ground was covered with sunlight.

The sunlight on the snow made it gleam golden, almost too bright to open one’s eyes.

Though the sunlight was splendid, the temperature didn’t rise at all.

Judging from the snow that showed no sign of melting.

Under the eaves, long icicles hung down.

Each one was conical, hanging upside down beneath the eaves.

When the sunlight hit them, they were crystal clear, like crystals.

Beautiful indeed, but not very safe.

If they fell on someone, it would definitely hurt.

So, after admiring them for a while, Pei Huai used a long bamboo pole to knock them all down.

As the icicles fell and buried themselves in the snow with a soft sound, Pei Jing found it especially fun.

"Dad, I want to try too!"

Hearing Pei Jing’s words, Pei Huai stopped and walked over, handing the bamboo pole to Pei Jing.

When it came to Pei Jing’s requests, as long as they weren’t dangerous or too mischievous, Jiang Ran and Pei Huai would always agree.

Something like knocking down icicles wasn’t dangerous or mischievous, just a child’s curiosity, naturally, they wanted to fulfill it.

Pei Jing’s strength seemed to be inherited from Jiang Ran, but not entirely.

Pei Jing was stronger than other children his age, but not too much so.

He wouldn’t break anything, nor accidentally hurt himself or others.

Sometimes, it even seemed to work wonders.

Like now, Pei Jing held the long bamboo pole without feeling tired or unable to lift it.

On the contrary, he held it steadily and accurately knocked down each icicle.

Every time he knocked down an icicle, Pei Jing would let out a small cheer.