Run, Chen Xiaomian

"Chen Xiaomian...! Can you finish your own thing?" Yan Lin looked furious. Chen Xiaomian turned his head and smiled. Yan Lin looked at her smiling eyes, and suddenly felt a wave of fear in his heart. Afraid that she and her gentle smile would be blown away by a gust of wind outside the window, flying around like feathers, unable to catch anything, and the interactions and dreams these days usually have nothing left.