Late at night in the cold winter, Xie Yusheng drove a car on the winding mountain road on the outskirts of the city.
I saw Fu Xiaoli standing on the roadside, unable to go home because her motorcycle was broken.
Shivering and helpless.
Xie Yusheng decided to send Fu Xiaoli home, and the two met like this.
Love is like a raging fire,
Is it true gold that is not afraid of fire? Or are they both dead?
