"If the winter that year hadn't been so cold, maybe we wouldn't have met." Usui said with a worried smile to the man opposite.
"If I hadn't met you, I probably would have died on the street long ago." The man said indifferently, lowered his head, and kissed Qiansheng's soft lips gently.
"If... Without you."
The two people said this to themselves in their hearts.
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