C147 Wish Me Something?

I walked home from the hospital for an hour.

Lan Xi's face was red from the cold. She exhaled air, instantly condensing into fog. She lost all feeling in her limbs as she blankly looked at the city. The new year's atmosphere was so lively that the entire city was still alive.

Zhu Ziqing once wrote, "The liveliness is theirs, I have nothing."

"…" She suddenly laughed