C87 The Little Girl Is Angry

The cold winter wind became bone-piercing along with the snowflakes. It was as if ice and snow had been poured into the gaps between the bones, freezing people's hands and feet until they became cold and stiff.

In the car, Tang Xun quietly sat in the back seat. Her eyes were looking at the colorful lights outside the window. Her eyes were like the scattered starlight in the night sky