Jiang Feng was the strongest fire in Nancheng, burning people with fear, but no one dared to approach.
Jian Yue is like a handful of snow in the depth of winter, cold and calm, as if nothing in the world can enter her eyes.
Everyone thought that these two people were destined to be incompatible.
But it was this fierce fire that was willing to extinguish all the edges for her.
He stood in front of her door covered with scars, his voice was as low as begging: "Yueyue, don't leave me."
She didn't take half a step back, but just raised her eyes, her eyes as clear as springs: "Jiang Feng, if you can't stand still, I can help you. But don't kneel down."
At that moment, the rage in his eyes shattered into starlight.
This unruly beast finally found its own way back in her coldness.
"I'm not afraid that you will be covered in thorns, I'm just afraid that you will survive the cold winter alone."
Intention: He comes with all the wind and rain, and she shines a bright light in the room.