"Han Che, do you understand my heart?"
"I know, Chen Jing."
"Well, that's good."
This year, it has been extremely cold, but I don't feel it at the moment. Chen Jing turned her head, looked at Han Che's side face, and attacked him. It was short and beautiful, and she fell into Han Che's arms. Han Che held the person in his arms, his heart was as sharp as a knife. The person he loved, Chen Jing, who was fearless, no longer had any warmth on his body.
Concept: be aesthetics, my belief.