C292 I just feel sorry for you

The night wind blew gently. It was early winter, and the air was cold and dry. She could not help but shrink her neck, feeling a little cold. And on his palm, it was dry and warm. She was actually still nostalgic.

"Is it cold?"

He turned his head to look at her, his unruly eyebrows as handsome as the hair on his head. Even today, she still wanted to sincerely praise him