How Is the Weather in London?

Optimistic and upbeat, sometimes feeling inferior and showing off his little sun × a cold-faced, sinister, arrogant, poisonous-tongued man Lin Lin, who jumped from the small town to Haishi, accidentally eavesdropped and met Huo Jinchi, who was escaping from the capital. She was amazed by the man's appearance and venomous tongue, and he was "extremely amazed" by the woman's innocence and stupidity. He was the flower of the high mountains that others dared not approach, his eyebrows and eyes were always covered with a coldness that couldn't be softened, and his venomous tongue made people feel ashamed; she was the little sun with its own warmth, which occasionally failed to show off, but always broke through her defenses when he was at his most tense. I thought it was a brief encounter, but their complementary hearts drew the two closer and closer. Until a sudden trip abroad separated the two people on opposite sides of the continent. "How's the weather in London?" "The weather is bad." Huo Jinchi was on the other side of the mainland, clutching his hot phone tightly and speaking every word with a trembling voice, "Lin Lin, I'm not good."