It snowed heavily that night. Zhong Wan leaned against the wall, the candy in his mouth was sour for some reason: "Zhou Yan, is it necessary?"
She tore off the candy stick from her mouth and said with a ruffian smile: "That's the kind of person I am, don't you know?"
Zhou Yan's Adam's apple rolled and his voice was low: "... I want to pull you."
I want to pull you out of the quagmire. Even if I fall off the altar, there seems to be nothing wrong.
Purpose: redemption