Long Winter

There was a hint of warmth in the coffee shop. Chen Youyan looked out the window at the blizzard in a daze. At this moment, a figure appeared at the door and entered the coffee shop. The moment Su Han raised his eyes, his eyes were caught by the person in the corner. She wore a neat off-white turtleneck sweater and a short black down jacket. She was wrapped tightly, but she still had a sense of thinness and alienation. The long black hair hangs straight down on the shoulders, making the side face clean and neat, the tip of the nose is small, and the lip color is light and has no blood color. She just sat quietly, her eyes falling on the heavy snow outside the window, her eyes blank and cold, like a jade statue wrapped in winter snow. Although she was in a warm cafe, she seemed to have a piece of cold winter that only belonged to her.