Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

The noise of the wedding gradually subsided.

The guests, having eaten and drunk their fill, went home satisfied.

The entire courtyard finally returned to tranquility from its extreme liveliness.

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei were also exhausted.

One of the cooks, who had been tossing the ladle for hours, was so tired that he could barely lift his arms.

Although she didn't do any physical labor, she helped pick vegetables and acted as a "quality inspector" from beginning to end, so she felt mentally exhausted.

After saying goodbye to Tie Zhu's family, the two embarked on their journey home.

On a winter's day, the snow crunches underfoot on a country road.

This was the only sound between the two at that moment.

The atmosphere was subtly quiet.

Fang Yu's mind was still replaying the scene that had happened in the kitchen over and over again.

"Yes, I am his girlfriend."

Liu Yifei's clear yet firm voice echoed repeatedly in my ears.

Fang Yu really wanted to ask a question.

Does what I said to those two foreigners in the kitchen just now count?

Was it just a joke, a mere formality?

Or... are we serious?

But the words, once on the tip of my tongue, just lingered there.

I just couldn't swallow it, let alone spit it out.

Fang Yu mentally berated himself a hundred and eighty times.

In the morning, he even proclaimed himself the number one Casanova of Kaoshantun.

Without batting an eye, he urged Tiezhu to take action instead of making noise and go straight in to hug the bride.

Why is it that now that it's my turn, I'm so cowardly that I can't even fart?

How embarrassing! So embarrassing!

We're almost at our doorstep.

Fang Yu gritted his teeth inwardly.

If you can't say something, then don't say it.

Actions speak louder than words.

make up one's mind.

Fang Yu suddenly slowed down by half a step, seemingly unintentionally moving closer to Liu Yifei.

Right now, it's too cold.

Liu Yifei had her hands in her pockets and was hunching her shoulders.

Sudden.

She felt something warm squeeze into her pocket.

It was Fang Yu's hand!

Liu Yifei was startled.

"What are you doing...?"

Fang Yu didn't speak, and simply closed his five fingers together.

He tightly wrapped her slightly cool fingers in his palm.

Then, under the watchful eyes of tens of millions of people in the live broadcast room.

He grabbed Liu Yifei's hand and stuffed it, along with his own, into the pocket of the tattered military coat.

Liu Yifei froze completely.

Fang Yu's military overcoat had large and deep pockets.

His body heat still lingered inside, like a small heater.

The scalding heat traveled from her fingertips all the way to her heart.

Liu Yifei's breathing became completely out of rhythm.

The exhaled breath turns into puffs of white mist in the cold air.

She secretly glanced at Fang Yu's profile.

At this moment, Fang Yu was staring straight ahead with an extremely serious expression.

But his ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and his slightly trembling Adam's apple, had already given him away completely.

This guy... can actually get nervous?

So, neither of them spoke up.

In the quiet village on a winter's day.

All that remained was the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow.

And the sound of two heartbeats getting closer and closer.

【Ahhhhh! We've held hands! We've finally held hands!】

[My God! What did I just see?! Yu Shen took the initiative! He went for it!]

[Waaaaah, this scene is so beautiful! It's like an idol drama come to life!]

Wait a minute, don't you guys feel awkward? Are you just going to drag me away like this? Say something!

[Yes! Speak up! I'm so anxious! I'm even more nervous than the person involved!]

The viewers in the live stream have completely gone crazy.

Everyone craned their necks and held their breath, afraid of missing any detail.

In the offices of Xingyao Entertainment, far away in Beijing.

Sister Wang stared intently at the screen, her heart pounding in her throat.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Hold on like this! Don't let go, no matter what!"

"Whoever lets go is a puppy!"

She paced back and forth in the office, talking nervously to herself.

"But... you two can't just walk hand in hand..."

Sister Wang started to worry again.

"We've built up the atmosphere so well, hurry up and deliver some lines! Unleash your ultimate move, Fang Yu!"

She was so anxious that she wanted to crawl into the screen and teach Fang Yu how to date.

Fang Yu, of course, had no idea that his manager was practically bursting with pent-up frustration.

He has now obtained a batch.

This was the first time in his life that he had ever properly held a girl's hand.

And the person he was holding hands with was none other than the nation's celestial beauty.

Her hands were incredibly soft, small, and smooth like a piece of warm jade.

Despite the freezing weather, Fang Yu's palms were covered in a layer of white sweat.

Fang Yu wanted to say something to break the damn silence.

But his usually silver tongue, capable of talking the dead back to life, has completely failed him now.

Ask her if she's cold?

Of course it's cold in the dead of winter!

Ask her if she's tired?

Even more nonsense. After a whole day of running around like this, how could I not be tired?

Should I compliment her on how beautiful she looks today?

That seems a bit too frivolous...

While they were still struggling with this dilemma, the two had already walked a short distance.

The doorstep was getting closer and closer.

Fang Yu finally couldn't help but speak up.

But he didn't speak; instead, he began to hum softly.

"I can't forget the first time I saw you~"

"A pair of captivating eyes~"

There is no accompaniment, and no audio editing.

Only a deep, clean male voice slowly drifted away in the cold wind.

Liu Yifei was clearly taken aback.

She turned her head, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at the man beside her.

The man kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, but his hands in his coat pockets were clenched tightly.

"In my mind~"

Your image lingers in my mind.

His voice was steady, with a touch of nonchalant affection.

Liu Yifei's lips involuntarily curled upwards into a beautiful arc.

She didn't interrupt him, but simply let him lead her and listened quietly.

The scene of their first meeting involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

At that time, at the airport.

The two were three meters apart.

One is aloof and reserved, the other is haughty and distant.

The atmosphere was so cold it felt like it could freeze.

And now, in the snow.

The two men's hands were inside the same military overcoat, their fingers intertwined.

"Holding your hands, I feel your gentleness~"

"I really can't breathe~"

The lyrics were so fitting, it was as if Fang Yu was improvising and singing them on the spot.

The two of them walked slowly forward through the snow.

The awkward thing is...

The roads in this village are so short, they're not easy to walk on.

The song hasn't even finished its verses yet.

The two had already stood in front of the familiar iron gate of the Fang family home.

Even through the door, you could hear Zhao Guifang's loud shouts from inside the house.

Fang Yu's steps suddenly faltered for half a second.

Wow, I'm home already?!

He looked at the large iron gate, a sense of helplessness flashing through his mind.

The chorus hasn't even started yet, and the emotional build-up is only halfway through.

If I were to push open the door now and bump into my parents, the atmosphere would be completely ruined.

Given Comrade Zhao Guifang's fierce personality, she would definitely be carrying a steaming bowl of sauerkraut, pork, and scallion dumplings, loudly proclaiming:

"Oh my god, are you two hatching chicks in your pockets?"

The thought of that terrifying scene made Fang Yu realize that their relationship was off the table that day.

The pause lasted only one second.

Fang Yu's eyes remain fixed straight ahead; he exhibits selective blindness.

Silently repeat to yourself: This is not my home, this is not my home.

He held Liu Yifei's hand and continued walking forward through the snow.

Liu Yifei was a little confused by this action.

She glanced back blankly at the large iron gate she had clearly arrived at.

She turned her head again to look at Fang Yu, who was striding along and pretending nothing had happened.

I instantly realized what this guy was doing.

She saw through it but didn't say anything, obediently following Fang Yu's pulling force.

They walked right past my house without any regard for my safety.

And the live stream room behind the camera.

The screen, which was originally full of pink bubbles, was instantly replaced by a bunch of question marks.

【? ? ? ? 】

[What's going on? If I'm not mistaken, that was Yu Shen's house, right?]

That's the Fang Family Compound! I've even memorized the house number!

Does he not recognize his own home? Is he passing by his own house without going in?

[This is hilarious! This guy pretended not to see anything just to finish the song!]

[He's so dedicated he passed by his own home without going in! Even Yu the Great, who was controlling the floods, wasn't this diligent!]

[If you were in my shoes, you'd leave too! If you walked in and bumped into Aunt Fang, you'd be dead on the spot!]