Qin Zhao's coldness is the first handful of new snow in early winter, soft and white, and he is the only one who is clear and clear among all the desolation.
Fu Jiming's coldness was like the cold light shining on the murderous blade. It had just been stained with blood and showed a frightening light in the moonlight.
I don't know when, the new snow has frozen into solid ice, and the hundreds of steel-making have already turned into finger-wrap.
Intention: Love yourself, love others