Last night, it was very cold, bone-chilling. I huddled up in a ball, still shivering, and I don't know how I fell asleep. Thinking about it now still gives me a chill.
Does Qingyu bear this kind of cold every night?
During that period of time, even though he was an unparalleled young master who was respected by everyone, he was gorgeous and noble, but he felt lonely and helpless. Because he was used to the cold and lost, he no longer expected to have warmth. It wasn't until I met him that the walls of my heart made of ice collapsed and melted.
If it weren't for the broken ending, it wouldn't be called poignant. Everything that's related to poignancy is miserable. Too much sadness is sweeping towards me like gusts of cold wind, and I can no longer bear it, so I must weave a warm dream to wipe away the pain of those years.