Wanshan is a place where it snows almost all year round. When the cold wind howled across this land, Cheng Chong still could not forget the smile of the ethnic girl who looked back. Like a gentle spring breeze blowing through the frozen soil. She turned around, discerning her voice in the cold wind.
Take me away.
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Does she love her.
Sangshan asked her this, but the other party just closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips without making any answer.
Her heart felt like falling into an ice cave.
Does she love her?
Cheng Chong didn't know clearly. Her reason seemed to collapse the moment the other party looked over.
But now everything she owns and everything she has lost prevents her from answering this question.
Returning to Wanshan again after so many years, the cold wind howled and extinguished the cigarette she had lit. Children don't seem to like the smell of cigarettes. Her eyes were glazed over.
"Is it you, Sangshan?"
Intention: Self-breakthrough