C392 Without Thinking.
At nightfall, the branches of the withered trees outside the room were covered with a layer of white snow.
Looking at the snowflakes drifting aimlessly through the window, Hsu Mengyao's thoughts drifted away.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and she started to feel uneasy.
"Ding, ding, ding ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
As if she was a life-saving straw
