Pushing open the wooden window, a gust of cold air and water vapor on the river hit his face, and Zhao Qing couldn't help but shiver. Although the spring breeze was not as sharp as February, the September wind was still a bit chilly. I was afraid that my body would not be able to bear it, so I hurriedly turned around and took out a thicker coat to put on.
Concept: How the heroine moves towards the life she wants step by step