There is too much snow in St. Petersburg.
Xu Qingyan felt cold and realized that he had been buried in snow.
There was no light in front of my eyes, fine snow flowed into my mouth, and frost squeezed into my throat, stabbing my vocal cords, making it difficult to even utter a painful moan.
Xu Qingyan was trapped in it and couldn't escape, but he didn't want to wait for the flowers to bloom by the Neva River.
But in this foreign country, the only one Xu Qingyan could follow was him.
But Xu Qingyan's ears may be deaf, because until now, I can't hear his anxious voice for Xu Qingyan.
Close your eyes and wait until you sleep.
Since then, Russia has lost its spring.
Purpose: Find a good job