C238 Huo Lingxiao Why Don't You Just Kill Me?

Yesterday's snow had just settled, and today the weather was pleasant. The winter sun warmed the snow resting on the tree branches, melting it into droplets that sounded like a symphony celebrating Mrs. Huo's birthday, melodious and charming.

Behind the rock garden, it was a bit damp, but Yuvyuv, dressed in a white mink fur coat, didn't feel cold. Yet, when the wind blew