[Youth throbbing × Two-way redemption]
"Amian, Happy New Year..." After saying this, a layer of water appeared in front of Shi Ming's eyes again.
The bone-chilling cold wind swept across the broken hair on his forehead, making him look like a lonely ghost. Pieces of snowflakes fell on his shoulders. Everything was so unrealistic.
The laughter and laughter in his ears were incompatible with him. At this time, he just wanted a hug, a warm hug.
Intention: growth