-Fate, it's a wonderful thing. Chen Yu held a cigarette in his mouth and stared directly at Xu Dongqing, who was about ten meters in front of him.
In the winter, the wind and snow covered the branches, and the branches were wrapped with dim lights. Xu Dongqing sat in a wheelchair under the tree to watch the snow, and slowly reached out to catch the snowflakes one by one.
His face was cold, but his eyes were extremely gentle. His thin lips were pressed tightly, and occasionally a smile appeared between his eyebrows.
Chen Yu was tempted immediately.
The author will only coo, so proceed with caution.
Intention: take every little thing seriously, even if it is fleeting