Xiao Yu stood in front of the courtyard and looked at Jiang Lan.
Snow drifted down from nowhere.
A chill ran down her spine.
She stood there without moving, only opening her eyes to look at Jiang Lan.
At this time, Jiang Lan's speed of flipping through the book became slower and slower.
As if knowing that the book was about to be flipped to the last few pages, he felt a little reluctant.
Ten years.
A book that wasn't too thick was flipped over by Jiang Lan for an entire ten years.
Finally, it was over.
She didn't know what it meant, but she roughly knew that her Junior Brother was about to wake up.
It was either today or tomorrow.
The snow was falling harder and harder. Xiao Yu stood rooted to the ground.
She looked at Jiang Lan and let the snow fall on her body.
The wind howled.
It was snowing all around, and there was a layer of white on her body.
