She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

The car drove out of Weixian County and headed south along the Zhangshi Expressway connector, then turned onto the winding mountain road leading to Feihu Valley.

The air suddenly turned cold.

The navigation system shows an outdoor temperature of -12 degrees Celsius.

Feihu Valley is one of the eight passes of Taihang Mountain. This canyon is 20 kilometers long, with sheer cliffs on both sides. At its narrowest point, it can only accommodate one vehicle.

Liu Yifei straightened the seat.

She looked out the window at the receding icefall and rock walls without saying a word.

After passing the narrowest section of the canyon, the mountain scenery suddenly opens up.

The mountain road winds its way uphill, and the altimeter jumps from 1,000 meters to 1,500 meters, and then from 1,500 meters to 1,800 meters.

The vegetation outside the car window changed from withered shrubs to snow-covered alpine meadows, and windmills turned slowly on the mountain ridge, their huge white blades dotting the gray horizon.

We've arrived at the aerial grassland.

The alpine wetland meadow at an altitude of 2158 meters completely transforms into a snowfield in December.

The endless expanse of white stretched to the horizon, blending seamlessly with the hazy sky.

Liu Yifei pushed open the car door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

She took a deep breath, white mist spreading from the edge of her mask, and took a few steps forward through the snow, her boots sinking into the snow with a crunching sound.

Xiao He followed behind her, the two walking one after the other on the snowfield.

The wind was strong, making her hair fly.

She stopped in her tracks.

"Xiao He".

He's not a younger brother, and he's not a brat.

It is the full name.

This is the last time I'm warning you.

She turned around, the wind blowing her hair across her cheek, but she didn't brush it away.

There was no joking, no coquettishness in the eyes above the black mask.

"You are not allowed to have any ulterior motives towards me."

The sound of the wind filled the gaps in her pause.

"Friendship lasts longer than love. I mean this very, very seriously."

"Okay, sis."

Xiao He's voice was soft, with a reluctant tone.

Liu Yifei looked at him for a few seconds, then turned around and continued walking forward.

Two sets of footprints were left in the snow, one deep and one shallow.

Xiao He followed behind her, stepping on the deep footprints.

He sighed inwardly; he understood her concerns.

First, the feelings between the two people have not yet reached the level of romantic love.

There's definitely some affection between them; you can tell from the fact that she was willing to tell only him about her idea of ​​"having a child."

But there's a wide river between liking someone and loving them.

Secondly, her mother's experiences influenced and changed Liu Yifei's perspective.

Xiao He recalled meeting Liu Yifei's mother, Liu Xiaoli, at the Wuhan Opera and Dance Theater when he was a child.

The woman with her upright posture and outstanding temperament walked into the rehearsal hall hand in hand with Sister Xixi, and everyone would take a second look.

He later learned that Liu Xiaoli had been married twice.

When Liu Yifei was ten years old, her parents divorced.

In order to fight for custody of her daughter, Liu Xiaoli gave up everything and took her ten-year-old daughter to the United States.

From the age of ten, Liu Yifei's life consisted only of her mother.

In a foreign land, the mother and daughter depended on each other for survival.

After returning to China and entering the entertainment industry, Liu Xiaoli stayed by her daughter's side the whole time, from "The Story of a Noble Family" to "The Return of the Condor Heroes", from China to Hollywood, always inseparable.

Liu Yifei's father was absent during her childhood.

But she never felt that it was a defect.

On the contrary, it saved a lot of trouble.

She could not hear her parents arguing or blaming each other at home, no one forced her to spend the weekend somewhere, and no one criticized each other's parenting methods on the phone.

She and her mother lived a quiet and peaceful life together.

Liu Xiaoli never spoke ill of her ex-husband in front of her, nor did she ever complain about the hardships of raising the child alone.

This woman's composure instilled in Liu Yifei from a young age the belief that life could be just as good, even better, without a man.

He went to school and acted on his own, and his career progressed smoothly all the way.

The house is always clean, with no men's socks or ashtrays, and no need to accommodate another person's emotions.

After entering the entertainment industry and becoming accustomed to its ups and downs and hypocrisy,

When Liu Yifei started planning her own life, she chose the path her mother followed.

You can live without a husband or a partner.

But one cannot be without children.

She gave all her tenderness to her child, her daughter, by her side.

Just like what Liu Yifei's mother gave her since she was a child.

This seems to have become a kind of inheritance accepted by the Liu family mother and daughter.

The footsteps ahead stopped.

"Xiao He".

Liu Yifei didn't turn around; her back was to him, and her voice was carried by the wind.

"I'm almost thirty. It's not good for the baby if a woman has a child after thirty, and it also has a big impact on her own health. In a few more years, I'll be considered an elderly mother, and I won't be able to have Xiaoxi anymore."

She turned around, and the wind blew her hair all over her face.

"Have you always thought that when I talked about having children, I was joking with you? That I was playing a joke on you?"

Xiao He stopped.

"Sister Sisi."

"I know you've always been serious. I also know you really want a little Sisi to be with you, just like you had with your mother when you were little."

Liu Yifei's eyes flickered.

"Then please help me out."

There was no coquettishness, no whining, and no older sisterly command like "You brat, come here!" in her voice.

"Who else can I turn to for this? If I turn to anyone else, and that person has bad intentions, my life will be ruined. My little Qianqian will be looked down upon by everyone."

Xiao He looked at her and thought for a moment before saying, "Sister, how about this?"

Xiao He took a step forward.

"Wait for me for a year. After a year, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"A year?" A hint of surprise flickered in Liu Yifei's eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Xiao He nodded.

"I definitely need to accept this gradually. It always takes time."

He spoke very sincerely.

But something else was on my mind.

How can we use this year to help Liu Yifei upgrade their relationship to the level of romantic love?

Women have always admired strength, and Xiao He knew he needed to reach the top quickly.

How long can two people drag this out?

If it drags on for too long, the relationship between the two people will change and they may become like strangers.

If a romantic relationship hasn't developed yet, is it feasible to get pregnant first and then develop feelings for each other?

Xiao He had considered this direction before.

It's highly unlikely to work.

If Liu Yifei is pregnant, she will go abroad and will not reappear until the child is born.

"OK."

Liu Yifei's voice brought him back to reality.

"I was very busy in 2018 because I needed to go abroad to film 'Mulan'."

"You brat, if you dare to lie to me a year from now, I won't forgive you."

"Don't worry, I'm not lying to you."

Xiao He said, then grinned.

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you."

"You were a puppy to begin with."

The two continued walking, and two sets of footprints on the snowfield stretched towards the windmill.

Liu Yifei suddenly bent down, scooped up a handful of snow from the ground, shaped it into a ball, and turned to throw it at Xiao He's chest.

The snowball shattered, and fragments splashed onto his chin, making him shiver with cold.

"Sister...you..."

The second snowball has already flown over, this time hitting me right on the forehead.

Xiao He bent down to grab the snow, and Liu Yifei turned and ran, the hem of her coat billowing in the wind, her laughter carried far, far away by the wind.

The footprints on the snow were a jumbled mess.

"Liu Qianqian, don't run away..."