There is snow falling in London in November, and the cold wraps the city.
In a warm bar isolated from the cold wind, Nian Mo was attracted by Xu Zhian, who was working as a waiter.
"Anyway, I have a month to go back to China, so it would be nice to have some fun." Mo thought.
But looking at his wet peach blossom eyes, my heart will always show a little bit, but why is this?
"Sister, I like you."
"Sister, can you also like me more?"
"Sister..."
His gentle voice lingered in my ears.
The situation is developing in an uncontrollable direction.
Concept: Can a cold heart be melted by love?