Ningan Is Like a Dream: the Snow That Cannot Cover It

If you don't like it, don't come in, just to make up for the difficulty, let's have some sweets together. The carriage walked along the street, slowly returning home. Jiang Xuening lifted the car curtain, but the bustling street remained unchanged, with people coming and going. A familiar back figure appeared in her eyes. Her eyes instantly became moist, and her vision gradually blurred. It was Zhang Zhe, the person she had liked for a long time, who had amazed her all her life. He is still the same, has not changed at all, and is naturally without any smile. "Lord Zhang Zhe, long time no see. How are you?" Zhang Zhe looked at her and was stunned for a moment, then walked back at a loss. After walking a few steps, he realized that he was going in the wrong direction. "I will live my life again and follow my heart."