Yan Luyao stood under the street lamp, and a gust of cold wind blew over. She was afraid of the cold and subconsciously shrank her neck. Yan Luyao looked up at the snowflakes falling all over the sky. The orange street lamp reflected it, adding a beauty to the first snow. , Her eyes slowly moved to the ground and stared blankly at her own shadow. A burst of memories flooded into her mind. She remembered that she and Lin Chen had agreed three years ago that he would stay with her every year when the snow started. However, now he has broken the contract.
Intent: Romance