In the cold and snow, Ruan Yin looked at Ying Xurin standing in the sun.

He listened to her, dressed thicker, taller, and still showed a pair of long legs in a down jacket.

There was no wind, red firecracker debris in the snow.

He spat out the white mist, and saw her look at him dumbfounded, and as soon as his hand was stretched, almost the next second, she ran over.

Bumped into each other, fortunately......

Chapter 120 of "Whispering" is willing to hit the hand, please wait a moment,

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