The cold wind poured into the neck collar, making people can't help but shrink, but even so, Xu Daiwei is still unwilling to take a rickshaw to hurry home.

She just wanted to go against the wind, keep her head down, and walk hard step by step like a struggle.

Finally, she was so tired that she couldn't walk, so she sat on the bench by the roadside, sighed, rubbed her hands, and breathed in the cold air, which was cold and icy from head to toe, and the kind of cold that had made her a little numb.

"Why are you here?" Sheng Shaojun passed by in a car and happened to see her on the side of the road.

"Shao Jun......" Xu Daiwei looked at him in a daze, and then ......

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