Right now, Hai City was still in the bitter cold of February.
That Ling Xuaner said it was her birthday.
It was almost her birthday.
In the past few years, it seemed like every Spring Festival and birthday, and even every moment, there was Qin Siting in her life. This name had accompanied her in her world for many years.
Shi Niange stood outside the security room of the entire Li Shui Villa area and walked in step by step. Her phone, which had only charged a few percent of its battery in the hotel, had run out of battery when she took a taxi.
But fortunately, she successfully took a taxi back.
It was a cold midwinter, but she didn't seem to feel cold. She walked in between her and Qin Siting's villas.
