Outside the bamboo live broadcasting company, Zhao Bin, dressed in a white down jacket, rushed out of the building like a 100-meter dash, regardless of the white blade behind him and Venter.

I don't know when the sky has snowflakes, and under the light yellow street lights, it gives a very romantic feeling.

This Spring Festival is later than in previous years, and this winter is warmer than in previous years. But at this time, Zhao Bin looked at Xia Ling standing in the snow, without hesitation, rushed to the past and embraced her.

He just received a text message from Xia Ling, and the other party only said one...