It's snowing.

Meng Shi tore open the collar of his neck with both hands, trying to let the snowflakes fall from the open neckline into his chest that was still warm.

The wind came from behind, sticking to his body and going up, blowing the long greasy hair that had not been washed for a long time.

The snow writhed in the air, sucking the neon of the city away...

"Start with the UP Lord" 336, it's better than dead It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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