Part 1The Snow in New York

Every time I slept with Carter Sterling, I took care of protection myself.

Once it was too intense, broke at the end.

He teased: "Joanna, want to have my baby?"

My face slightly red, just wanted to explain.

He patted my butt, carelessly said: "Don't be silly, you know I won't marry a girl who plays loose."

I froze on the spot.

Left that city the next day.

Reunited five years later.

He skillfully fished out a strawberry-flavored packet from my bag, shook it.

"Relive the old times?"

I politely refused: "No thanks, my husband is waiting for me at home."

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Carter's smile faded a few degrees.

The increasingly mature man's aura was stronger than a few years ago, combined with the wind and snow of New York, pressing people breathless.

I buried my face in the scarf, nodded slightly to him then turned to leave.

Arm was grabbed by someone.

His voice low: "When did you get married?"

I was forced to stop, had to answer: "Five years ago."

Carter sneered, hooking his lips.

"Just broke up with ex-boyfriend then seamlessly found a rebound, your skill of coaxing men hasn't diminished."

Cold wind cut face.

So many years passed, he could still so easily say words that made me feel humiliated.

I looked up straight into his eyes, nodded.

"Yes, my husband said he likes the way I coax him."

Hurting words not only he can say.

Running behind his butt for so long, I also know well how to provoke his anger.

Sure enough, muscles on his face twitched rapidly.

"Three sentences not leaving your good husband, really touching couple affection."

"Said until I'm curious, exactly what did he do, to make you this social butterfly willing to play house for him?"

He said through gritted teeth.

Eyes however flashing with seriousness... and confusion?

I turned my gaze indifferently, seriously said: "Because he said I am like snow."

"Snow?" Carter puzzled.

Snow filling the sky drifted down, equally covering my and his shoulders.

Half a day, he chuckled.

"Does he know you were with me?"

"Eight years, we slept countless times, played all tricks, he still thinks you are pure and flawless like snow?"

I didn't speak.

Sawyer didn't mean this.

Back then he saw me crying heart-wrenchingly, while handing me a pack of tissues, sighed.

"Joanna, you are quite like the snow in New York."

I didn't understand, looked at him with red nose.

He explained: "Just looks cold, quite shrewd, but actually very silly. As long as getting a trace of warmth, will desperately chase until losing self, until becoming a puddle of water, to nourish dry land."

I laughed through tears.

Propitious snow promises a good year.

Is a good thing.

Pulled away from memories, I reached out hand to Carter, asking for the pink square packet still pinched in his hand.

"Mr. Sterling, give it back to me."

"I really going home, my husband is waiting for me to eat."

Carter however flipped wrist, stuffed thing into his coat pocket, smiling ambiguously.

"Give to me."

"Little girlfriend shy, never embarrassed to actively prepare these, just right save me buying."

I noncommittal.

Withdrew hand step to leave.

Carter remembered something, suddenly said: "Guide Joanna, tomorrow don't forget to pick us up at hotel, if change person halfway, I will complain to your travel agency."

My steps paused slightly, helplessly nodded.

Peak travel season, Carter brought girlfriend to travel.

I am the tour guide receiving them.