C39

Xia Yuhan, who had run out of Lin Kai's car, aimlessly walked on the desolate street. The bone-piercing northwest wind blew against her elegant long hair and lifted her yellow scarf. She felt as if her heart was about to be blown away by the rampaging northwest wind …

What would people be like if they didn't have hearts? Thinking of this, Xia Yuhan couldn't help but laugh at herself