"Xiao Chi, do you know?"
In the winter of that year, Lou Yi wrapped her slender body in a bloated cotton coat, raised her face, and let the moonlight like waves ripple on her face. Her round almond eyes were filled with determination, and the evening breeze made her cheeks turn red.
On this cold and windy night, Xiao Chi was soaked to the skin, and his thin white shirt clung tightly to his body, revealing the faintly visible muscle curves. He was taboo about his ugly body and kept retreating, for fear of touching the little girl in front of him.
But Xiao Chi would still look away involuntarily. She had obviously grown up, but in his eyes, she seemed to always look the same.
Lou Yi grabbed the corner of his clothes, and the water droplets on her hair fell on her sleeves drop by drop, soaking the entire outer sleeve.
The moon touches the stars, the wind picks up slightly, and the branches and leaves sway lightly.
Lou Yi opened his large cotton clothes and took Xiao Chi into his arms. The cold and biting humidity immediately spread throughout his body.
But she didn't care. As long as she could hug Xiao Chi, she could coexist with this coldness for a long time.
"In my last life, I made a very pious wish to God so that I could meet you again."
Intention: A grand pull