C810 I'm Not Used to Being Alone with Him

The warm sun, through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, sprinkles in the room. It added a gentle light to the already warm room.

The scenery outside. Although a little bleak. The leaves of the Wutong tree withered. The branches trembled in the cold wind. Only in the distance could one see some green clothes.

Winter was a sad season!

Footsteps came from behind. Immediately after