"One year, I'll wait for you for one year. Under the bell tower where we fell in love.
His feet stepped on the crystal clear snow, and the soft snow left his shoe prints and soaked his dilapidated black shoes.
The cold wind was biting, especially on this freezing night. His hands, which were purple from the cold, were rubbing back and forth on his chest, and the skin was almost worn out, but there was no trace of blood returning. The wind viciously tore through his thin clothes and bit into his flesh, causing his trembling body to force himself to find a windproof place to sit down.
He adjusted his white hat, and the cold wind almost blew his hat away.
The white hat covered half of his head, and the ends of his hair were hidden in the scarf, leaving only his smooth little face exposed.
The eyebrows are picturesque, and the sharp eyes are as deep as a black pool, with a little yang energy.
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