Years ago, I received a call from Fucheng and rushed home the night before heavy snow hit the city.
I opened the curtains and stared at a vast expanse of white. The phone call came suddenly, and there was a male voice on the other end of the phone. The slightly magnetic voice went around in my ears and then reached my brain. I really didn't know which peach blossom I had hooked up with in the past.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
