After all, they raised her since she was a child; after all, they've cherished her since she was little. But once some barriers exist, they just do, and no matter what, they can't be dissolved.
"Eh, just let it be." Since it's so hard to think about, why bother trying. Her dad is here, so she won't deliberately scowl. After all, her mom has already passed away; she doesn't want to see him unhappy as well.
As they were talking, Bo Yan turned to look out of the window: "It's snowing."
Xia Siyu, not even bothering to put on slippers, rushed over: "Really?"
Bo Yan didn't come to this hotel often. Usually, when Siyu stayed here by herself, she only pulled the curtains when she took a bath or rested. The hotel's upper floors didn't have windows that could open wide, but through the small opening, she could see the snowflakes fluttering haphazardly outside.
