In the freezing theater, Hu Shame staggered in high heels: "Xiao Zhiyu, wait for me."
"If a pair of shoes doesn't fit, just change a pair." She said softly, as if she was saying to herself, and as if she was saying goodbye to that hasty past, "If this road doesn't work, then change it." The man was tall and tall, wearing a well-tailored black suit, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and his aura was calm and restrained. The dim light fell on his face, outlining his clear jawline. His eyes were as deep as hiding a deep sea, and he was looking at her momentarily.
The moment their eyes met, Hu Xi's heart skipped a beat.
It's Pei Zhen.
