The winter night was as thick as ink; the cold fog was lingering, and the biting cold wind was mixed with flakes of snowflakes. Under the dim yellow street light, Li Fei raised her little face, which was already stiff from the cold, and stared at the man in front of her with red and swollen eyes, "Mo Jinyi, you clearly love me, why don't you admit it?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
