Two hours later, the door was unlocked. She looked at the door in amazement.

Yan Mingyao's overcoat was covered with snowflakes. The snowflakes melted as soon as they touched the heating in the house. The moisture permeated into the brown windbreaker, a deep shallow mass.

He came into the house with a big bag in his hand and a blank face. He went to the refrigerator, put the cooked food in different categories, and then left without looking back. He never looked at Ao Xue from beginning to end.

This time she was really straightened. When she heard the door close, her tears were left behind and she couldn't cry...