C428 Ten More Cups of Blue Melancholy!

Upon hearing this, Hsu Xiangqian quickly took off his coat and draped it over Shiyu's shoulders, holding her tighter as they headed home.

“Xiaoxiao, do you believe in fate?” Little Mango asked softly, leaning against the window and staring into the deep, dark night.

“I don’t,” Moo Xiaoxiao replied without hesitation.

If Xiaoxiao believed in fate