The winter snow in Ottawa has a biting edge.
Chang Muyao stood in the snow, his expensive coat covered with snow, and his eyebrows were cold from the snow.
He just looked straight at the door with the heating lamp on, and the emotions surging in his eyes were a bit colder than the wind and snow in the sky.
The moment Nian Yi pushed the door open, the wind and snow hit her face. She subconsciously closed her clothes, but she didn't dare to raise her head to meet his eyes that penetrated the snow and penetrated the heart.
He hated her for leaving without saying goodbye, but when she looked at the child who looked like him, she broke all the barriers in the past five years.
Love is not pure, it is involuntarily separated by mountains
Concept: Winter in Ottawa is biting
