Ding Yiyi listened in silence. He looked painful, but he could not bear it. "I actually heard that day."

His eyes suddenly opened wide, his body trembled irresistibly, and he hurried to explain, "No... not what she said. I just want you to read ink with me, but there's no snow, so I will......"

She took the initiative to hold his hand, feeling that his hand represents the clear lines of aging, sighed, "I don't mind if you love snow a little more." " After that, she paused and said with a bitter smile, "Actually, it's just deceiving herself. I don't mind why you love her a little more."

Seeing...