Winter came a little early this year. The National Day holiday has not yet ended, and the temperature in the northwest is already so cold that I need to wear a down jacket. Grandma got up early and lit the stove. Luo Ling climbed on the kang, wrapped around the quilt, and didn't want to get off the ground. Grandma asked her to sleep a little longer, and Luo Ling obediently turned around and lay down again...
Luo Ling once again dreamed of Sijiu City. It was the Sijiu City after Luoxue.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
