The night back to the capital.

The heavy snow in the capital is falling, like catkins, falling one after another.

The entire ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, as if the entire capital was covered with a snow-white blanket.

The heated room is warm.

Xia Li sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, and on the small table in front of him was a small tea stove with a teapot and roasted oranges.

A Hong Kong drama was playing on the computer at hand, she gathered the shawl on her body, picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip, and slowly raised her eyes to look out the window.

In the night, small white and flawless snowflakes fall from the sky one after another, as if they are ......

"Rose Port" 116. To my favorite Mrs. Xie. I am hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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