The forehead that had been ointmented was cold, and Mianmian heard his words, and her nose was even more sore.

She didn't know why she wanted to cry, but these days, he was too cold to herself.

Mianmian didn't know what he had done wrong, every night he hugged himself so tightly and coldly.

But as long as it was the next day, there would never be anyone around her, only the cold temperature.

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