Yu Momo lost her breath, and Zheng stared blankly at the tall man behind Mr. Liao.
How could it be Lan Hao!
Lan Hao, whom she had a crush on for four years, still cannot forget!
On this northern winter day decorated with white tassels, the ice crystal snowflakes in the sky instantly turned into white laurels all over the trees, and the fragrance lingered in Momo's heart that September four years ago.