Do those disreputable women outside Su Rongcheng deserve to use Grandma's things?
Su Rongcheng still wouldn't give up and sent another message: When will your hand heal? Can we still conquer the snow mountain this year as promised?
No, we're not going. He lay back on the bed to reply.
"Then when will we go? Next year? Next year, Dad wants me to be a dad, I'm afraid I won't be able to go!"
We'll never go again!
After he finished sending this message, he tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes, and ignored Su Rongcheng.
On the second sleepless night, he had no trace of drowsiness.
The room was so quiet that it seemed he could hear every tick of his watch's second hand. As life took a step, the watch ticked a second. Or maybe, in this world, there had always been just one person with one watch.
