"Li Cheng, it's time for you to go home." Xu Nuoxue said, looking at the person wearing the scarf she knitted by herself.
"Well, you too." Li Cheng still couldn't change his childish character. He put his hand on Xu Nuoxue's head, rubbed her long hair, smiled, and turned to leave.
The snow slowly fell heavier and heavier. Xu Nuoxue looked at the leaving figure, feeling desolate in her heart, but she forced a smile.
Maybe, they will never have any intersection after today. Love can be valuable to rich people, but a yellow-faced woman like her will not be treated well, not to mention that she has no money, and his and her worlds are not equal.
In this world of millions of people, meeting you is like a miracle, maybe it is an accident in itself.
