Xia Zhiqiu was driven away by an automobile accident, and five years later, she returned in the guise of an internationally renowned wedding dress designer. Meeting again... Meng Meng: "Meng Meng loves her mother the most. Meng Meng only needs her mother and her brother!" Fu Yuchen: Dad was wrong... Chenchen: "Chenchen is grown up now. Chenchen can protect his mother and sister. As for his father, it's fine even if he doesn't want to!" Fu Yuchen: "Brat, what are you talking about?" Chenchen: "Mommy! Daddy's bullying me!"

The spring wind was warm, and Jian Mo sat on the balcony, her white feet gently swaying. The man downstairs looked at her feet and frowned. "Jane Mo, get down here!" "Yang Zhexu, I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me anymore." For a moment she seemed to be freed, and the colorful butterflies came out of nowhere and danced around her, spreading their wings. The balcony was empty except for bells of pure gold. "'Jianmo!'" Yang Zhexu's eyes snapped open, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was a nightmare. At that moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, bad news, Miss Jane has run away again!"

Heavy snow covered the streets in December.