C489 A good little message

After being silent for a while, Xiao Qingqian said to Mo Qi, "This king knows what happens to my body, you may withdraw!"

Mo Qi bowed his head, then bowed and left.

On a winter night, the cold wind was even sharper.

Xiao Qingqian rubbed the corner of his brows and was about to close the window when he suddenly saw a touch of green within the pure white snow