C198 What the Qin Messenger Thought

Snowflakes fall, giving this winter a different kind of beauty.

Jinghao stretched out her hand and felt a piece of snow melting in her palm. Just now, it was still so light but a small piece. Very quickly, it became a drop of water.

"Don't you feel cold?" Ye Tanmo walked into the room and looked at Jinghao, asking her what she was doing.

After hearing the question