C229 The friendship of sending charcoal in the snow

The wind was bone-chilling, and snow was swirling in the air. The pomegranate stood by the window, looking at the road covered with a layer of white snow. It reminded him of that year. At that time, Xiao Lan was still alive. In order to buy her breakfast, she ran two streets in the snow.

The icy ground was slippery, making it harder to walk on than usual. She almost fell down a few times