Chen hansheng hurried over, but he still did not see Xiao rongyu. He only saw a snowman that had been broken into pieces.
"Things are not going well."
Chen hansheng adjusted his cap and looked up at Xiaoyu's dormitory balcony. His eyes wavered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Probably because he was too depressed, Chen hansheng unzipped his down jacket, revealing only a thin wool sweater. The snow kept swarming into his arms, but he did not feel cold. He held a cigarette in one hand and put the other on his waist.
This image was fierce and domineering, and some first-year students deliberately walked around Chen hansheng.
