C828 My Mistake Was Not to Kill You Directly

The winter wind was biting cold, blowing off the old leaves on the branches.

Gu Yihan did not know how long Zhou Xirann had cried, but she did not have the slightest intention of stopping.

In such a cold day, she just kept crying, and she still wore so little. Wasn't she cold?

Gu Yihan walked in front of Zhou Xirann in frustration