The snow outside the window is continuously falling. The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger. Through a thick glass window, people can still feel the cool feeling.

Zongxia curled up in the quilt, wrapped and wrapped, but could not block the cold outside. The man behind turned over in his sleep and hugged himself to his arms. The warm body temperature was close to each other, finally expelling the cold.

Zongxia covered her aching wrist. Her mood was indescribable and complicated. What happened at night made her more and more confused about what he was thinking. She was so depressed that all her resistance was useless.

I stayed up all...