Great loyalty is like treachery, great treachery is like loyalty. Su Huaian, is this place as you expected? In December of the fifth year of Da'an, it was snowing and very cold.
Su Huaian's eyelashes turned white, and An Jing remembered how he looked when she saw him for the first time, pink and jade;
A little icey, a little cold, he couldn't associate him with the little dumpling holding his feet for warmth;
Su Huaian, I'm a little cold, do you hear me?
Huai'an, the name that carries An Jing's small hopes for this world, does not want to become the entanglement of An Jing's life.
Intention: Although we cannot embrace each other, there is always your breath in this thousands of miles
