The cold wind in winter is truly like a rebellious sword, the air is biting and cold, the streets are deserted, and the cold stations are even sparsely populated. Lu Xixi frowned, her nose was sore, and the cold wind blew past her ears. Her eyes were filled with disappointment. After all, she still missed it...
The sound of rapid breathing came from behind with a burst of warmth. Lu Xixi turned around and cried with joy. All the emotions burst out at this moment...
Intention: We who are healed by youth will eventually meet each other