C1998 Not Cold

"Mother, I missed you so much …"

The wind at the peak of the mountain was bone-chilling cold, yet that voice was filled with warmth and warmth.

Yang Yang stood dumbly on the side, looking at Bai Ling who was hugging her knees while sitting on the steep rock on the cliff. The clear and cold wind that came from the distant fog blew up the girl's hair and skirt