It was a cold winter day, and snowflakes fell on the passers-by.
In a dark corner, a young man huddled in the corner. He raised his head and looked at her who was as bright as light in front of him, feeling inferior but with a trace of yearning.
But she stretched out her hand and asked him: "Do you want to come with me?"
He said, "Okay."
He vowed to protect her with his life from now on.
"No, you can't die, Xiaoqi, look at me, Xiaoqi." Tears streaked across her face, and he stretched out his hand with all his strength and gently wiped away her tears.
"Your Highness, I like you."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
