She thought that it would have been better if she had kept Yan Zhi back then. Snowflakes fell on Shen Xiaoxiao's head, and the scarf wrapped half of her face. With tears in her eyes, she looked at the photo on the tombstone quietly. The tears fell down on the snow, making a small hole. She seemed to have nothing...
"Azhi, the snowflakes this year are beautiful. I miss you."
Protagonist/Shen Xiaoxiao Yanzhi/Type Girl Lily/
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
