As the end of October approached November, the weather was cold, and everyone put on velvet coats to keep warm. Xu Dongru's hands felt as if they had been frozen by ice cubes. Her hands were red and the tip of her nose was slightly red, like a kitten.
When looking at him, he seemed to be enveloped in light, shining extraordinarily.
This is where my story with him begins.
"Xia Xu is as poetic as picturesque, I wrote you into the song"
Purpose: redemption