Shiliang wanted to stretch out his hand to catch the swaying snowflakes under the gray-white sky, but when his fingertips popped out of his sleeves, they were frozen back by the chilling cold.
The master once warned him that if you are cold-natured and hate the cold and love the heat, you should hide in the stove. Heaters made by humans are also made.
Master always loves me. Shiliang thought, a loneliness similar to being alone in the world slowly rose in his chest.
The man said: Shiliang, I fell in love with you at first sight.
As the sky gradually darkened, Shiliang stepped on the white snow, the cold wind swirled, and he sighed——
Unfortunately, I only have hatred in my heart.