Cold Light Meets Scorching Sun

"Why does that person have to be you? Don't you know what I hate most in this life?" Zhiqin continent, which has not seen snow for thousands of years, is now snowing heavily. The octagonal snowflakes are slowly falling, icing the warm current flowing out of her heart. At the last moment, she murmured: "Luckily it's you." A certain emperor said: "What kind of place is this? I won't give up. Where is she now?" A certain woman looked at him carefully with squinting eyes: "That's almost enough. Although it was my car that hit you. But who made you fall from the sky and just hit my car. Now you want to blackmail me." [Every cutie, this is my debut novel. Don't spray]