The snow in Moscow is falling so hard that it's so blurry that people can't even open their eyes.
Dongfang Ruoxi stood at the door of the church, wearing only a thin shirt under her suit and shivering from the cold. The translator next to him, Xiao Liu, was wrapped like a rice dumpling and was still chattering: "Brother Ruoxi, why do you think your life is so miserable? You are living well in China, but I have to bring you to this place where no one can shit, and let you marry a foreign girl, this..."
"Shut up." Dongfang Ruoxi glanced at him.
