Standing on the road, feeling the coolness of snowflakes falling on his shoulders, Guo Xihao raised his head slightly and looked at the dark sky with a little sense of sadness in his heart.

"call Why is it so cold in the Spring Festival... "

looking at Guo Xihao who has been waiting here for a long time, Miao Xin rubs his hands, shivers his body, and walks towards Guo Xihao in a huff.

"that's a lot of nonsense. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you here? Did you sleep

looking at the bright sky, Guo Xihao stared at Miao Xin, who was shivering, and frowned.

"hey...