Mind, gradually changed...

**

Time passes quietly, as if it were fast and as if it were slow.

Xia Yimo holds the basin in one hand and rubs the dough in the other. As she moves, her eyes gradually become diffuse and her thoughts drift far away...

She hasn't seen Longyaochen for another three days. Unlike just coming here, she subconsciously really hopes that a month will pass like this.

But by making snowmen and getting sick... These days, however, she always inadvertently remembers Longyaochen, sometimes even holding a book on the sofa like that.

said curiosity killed the cat. The more she wanted to know about Longyaochen, the more...