The two of them, one tall and one short, stood under the tall France parasol tree. The dim yellow street lights passed through the branches and cast a long reflection on the ground.
A gust of cold wind blew past, lifting the hem of the man's windbreaker and the girl's hair that fell on her shoulders.
The atmosphere between the two of them was subtle, and it seemed to have become a unique romance in winter!
Mo Yangyang's slender body looked particularly weak in the night.
Xie Xize quietly took off his coat and put it on her.
Mo Yangyang grabbed Xie Xize's hand that was about to be withdrawn. ""Fifteen years ago, you were the one who saved me!"
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
Mo Yangyang's eyes were burning as she stared at Xie Xize."Tell me, is it you or not!"
To her, this matter was extremely important.
It had already become an obsession in his heart.
