He Will Come Back Before Dawn

17

In the winter of 2003, the whole community was covered with snow, and the green hills turned white in no time.

All kinds of news on TV were dominated by Chang Xue.

"Former 'jade girl' became a mistress, and a Hong Kong tycoon abandoned his wife for her."

"Chang Xue fell from the pedestal, and her cool and lofty image crumbled down."

"Chang Xue's new movie is facing a box office crisis."

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All kinds of bad press had a huge impact on her popularity. After dinner, people gathered around the TV to watch the news. Chang Xue’s fans couldn't believe the news and were still trying to clarify the air, but the person involved, Chang Xue, had never appeared.

It was unknown who was trying to screw Chang Xue, but the public relations on this matter from her side had not been done well. In the end, the news that Chang Xue has become a mistress spread like a volcanic eruption through the streets. The "jade girl" persona of nearly a decade no longer existed, and Chang Xue had since retired from the Hong Kong star stage.

Zhao Zhilan gawked at the overwhelming news and newspapers of all kinds, and she couldn't help but sigh, "Life, sometimes is hard to decipher."

Chang Xue's decline meant that Zhao Xiu's proudest capital was gone. On the contrary, a strange awkwardness appeared under this backdrop.

Zhao Xiu had always been portraying Fang Minjun in the image of Chang Xue. And now that Chang Xue had been forced to quit the entertainment industry, it was assumed that Zhao Xiu would no longer want Fang Minjun to be associated with Chang Xue.

Looking at the news, Bei Yao frowned and pondered. If Fang Minjun didn't look like Chang Xue, it would be a good thing for Fang Minjun.

But Fang Minjun had moved out of the community, and now it was winter vacation, so she didn't know Fang Minjun’s situation.

Bei Yao was worried about her. Although Fang Minjun was a little cold, she was not a vicious villain. She remembered that Pei Chuan's house had a cell phone and a telephone.

Heavy snow was drifting outside the house. Bei Yao carried her winter holiday homework to Pei Chuan's house.

Pei Haobin opened the door, his eyebrows softened, and he said, "It's Bei Yao. It's cold outside, come in quickly."

"Thank you, Uncle Pei."

"Xiao Chuan is in his room, I'll go call him. Your Aunt Jiang is not here, sit anywhere as you please."

Bei Yao repeatedly thanked him.

Pei Chuan's house was clean and tidy. Pei Haobin had been a soldier, so everything was neatly arranged in the house. This was the second time Bei Yao had been to Pei's house since she was a child.

Pei Chuan didn't like his private domain being invaded, so Bei Yao had always respected his taboos.

Pei Haobin was rough and careless. He didn't think much and directly opened the door of the innermost room. As soon as Bei Yao turned her head, she saw a Pei Chuan she had forgotten for many years.

It was snowing outside the window. Pei Chuan was at his desk, assembling a strange device she couldn't understand.

The teenager was still slightly thin. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a very long black blanket covering his legs.

He turned his head and saw Bei Yao standing there while holding a book.

The air became quiet for a moment.