C185 I Won't Forgive You

The wind and snow fluttered in the wind, each stronger than the last.

On the high stone arch bridge, Mu Qingzhu was leaning against the stone block. Below her was the river that was not frozen yet. The unfathomable river was slowly flowing forward.

Mu Qingzhu stood on the bridge stump and looked at the rapid river on the surface of the river in a daze