C364 Mother to Child

The weather was cold in winter, and the wind was howling. Ling Yun'er was sitting in her office listening to the wind outside as if she was crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.

Thus, he walked to the window and opened it a crack, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts. The window had just opened a tiny crack, and the wind that blew against his face was as sharp as a knife