C752 Do You Want to Come into My Arms?

The night was deep, and the wind carried a biting chill. The meteor shower had stopped after about ten minutes. Was it an hour that had passed? Or maybe two? Ann Xiaomin wasn't sure. She had woken up from the cold. Her clothes and hair were still damp, and the cold wind cut to the bone.

Ann glanced at Gu Junbai, who was leaning against a rock with his eyes closed