An Nuoc Han today does not seem like usual, his eyes looking out the window are very special, as if waiting for something.
"Brother Xiao An, what are you looking at?" Mat Mo looked curiously at the deserted street outside the door frame.
He came back to his senses, glanced at the empty glass of ice cream on the table, and said to the waiter, "One more."
"I don't eat anymore, it's a bit cold today." Mat Mo used her trembling hands to hug her coat, An Nuoc Han immediately took off her windbreaker and put it on her.
The windbreaker carried his scent, smelling this scent, Mat Mat always felt extremely safe.
The ice cream glass was brought up, she just wanted to eat, outside the window suddenly appeared a figure of a girl. It was an oriental girl, a white dress, long black hair like nothing, a little thin and fragile making her like a fairy without dust.
