C542 Would You be Willing to Die for Him?

It was snowing on the rooftop. The cold wind was bone-piercing, and it was painful to the face.

Lyda sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a bottle of beer. She leaned against the female lead and rubbed her nose that had turned red from the cold.

It was the same night a year ago, when she and Hulen sat on the rooftop to celebrate the new year