C287 It felt good to take a ride with the wind

I trudged through the snow again. The snow had soaked my shoes and socks, and the cold ran up my knees. I was numb with the cold.

This time, Qing Ling was finally willing to take care of me, no longer floating forward, but will frequently look back at me.

In the end, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he stopped and said to me, "With your speed