The game also depends on my mood

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Xia Yimo looks at the money in her hand, ticks her lips bitterly, walks out of the flagship store silently, the sunlight reflects on the snow, stings her red eyes, she closes her eyes, only then opens, looks up at the sky...

Blue sky, bright sunshine... However, she could not feel a trace of warmth.

The sadness of self-mockery flashed through her eyes. Xia Yimo was powerless all over. She took back her eyes and watched the people walking in a hurry on the road, dragging the taxi with tired and sore body.

"Where are you going, Miss?" The driver asked politely....