Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi

By the time the movie finished, it was already 10pm.

The snow hadn’t stopped as it continued to drift down like cotton.

All the buildings, roadside flower beds, and Christmas trees were covered with a layer of white snow.

Song Yaoyao stumbled behind the man.

The romantic atmosphere on this Christmas night diluted the commercial vibe.

She placed her hands in her pocket as she shrunk half her face into her scarf. Lowering her head, she followed behind the man.

“Sir, would you like to buy a rose? Buy one to make your girlfriend happy!”

A little boy holding a basket and wearing a reindeer accessory on his head stood in Huo Yunque’s way with a smile.

Huo Yunque turned around and realized the girl had fallen behind by over 10 meters.

She had a gloomy vibe and appeared unhappy.

He curved his lips. “How much?”

“20 yuan for one! Sir, my roses are the cheapest in this entire street! Because it’s a special occasion, the prices are slightly inflated. Sir, why don’t you buy a few? Girls all—”

“I’ll take them all.”

…

As Song Yaoyao continued walking, she suddenly lost the motivation to move. She felt sad as she crouched in front of a store to avoid the snow. She looked at a flashing bulb in the distance and fell into a daze.

All of a sudden, her vision was covered by something red wrapped in newspaper.

It was a bouquet of roses in full bloom, dotted with sparkling snow.

The hand holding the roses was one that Song Yaoyao was familiar with. His joints were defined and his fingers were long, slender, and clean.

She raised her head and suddenly felt as though she had been transported back to before she and Huo Yunque knew each other. Back then, he also looked down on her like this, and she was crouching down in the same way.

The only difference was the flowers in his hand.

Roses which symbolized love…

Her mind went blank for a moment before fireworks started exploding.

Her unhappiness had disappeared.

Song Yaoyao jumped up and pounced into Huo Yunque’s arms happily.

“Gege, did you specifically go and buy me roses?”

“No.”

Huo Yunque held onto the girl with one arm as his lips curved upwards slightly. “I just picked them up from the side of the street.”

Song Yaoyao didn’t believe him. Not deterred by the newspaper, she spread her arms and wrapped the bouquet in her arms. Her smile was bright and her eyes were glowing beautifully.

“Gege, you’re lying!”

She came back to life and started following behind Huo Yunque.

The girl was so easy to coax.

Huo Yunque laughed and refused to comment.

“Gege, merry Christmas!”

She chased after Huo Yunque and the two of them ran into the snow.

However, the man did not understand the joy. “Song Yaoyao, it’s getting late. You should go home and get some rest.”

“But I’m not sleepy!”

Song Yaoyao held onto the roses. “Gege, you haven’t given me a Christmas present yet!”

“Oh?”

Huo Yunque tilted his head as he leaned against his car and pointed at the roses, “Isn’t that a present?”

The girl’s eyes sparkled as she held onto the roses and turned her body, trying to hide them. “Gege, didn’t you say you picked these up from the side of the street? It’s naturally not counted!”

“Mm…”

The man nodded his head. “Then what do you want?”

“I want to make a wish!” Song Yaoyao’s eyes curved as she clasped her hands. As she spoke, her face was very animated. “If you make a wish on Christmas Day, Santa Claus will help you grant it!”

“Song Yaoyao, that’s all made up,” Huo Yunque revealed.

“Then, Gege, just play along!”