C167 The Night on the Roof

There was laughter downstairs, but there was a cold wind blowing upstairs.

The autumn wind was getting colder and colder, making Qing Yu shrink his neck and shiver.

"It's really cold!" Qing Yu complained. The can in his hand collided with Yoo Qian's. He took a big gulp and put his hands on the railing, looking at the bustling Q City.

Yoo Qian did not say anything