Ming Zhiyan did not wait for the horse to stop and jumped off the carriage impatiently. He hugged the girl who was running over and held her tightly in his arms, wrapping her tightly in the big cloak.
After he hugged the girl, he finally felt at ease. He sighed in satisfaction and asked, "Why didn't you wait in the carriage?"
Jian Qingqing was tightly pressed against his chest. The man's magnetic voice traveled from his chest to his eardrums. It was unexpectedly seductive.
Because she was tightly wrapped in his arms, Jian Qingqing's voice was a little muffled. "I'm afraid I'll miss you."
Ming Zhiyan patted away the snow on her hair and wrapped it again, not letting the wind and snow touch her at all, then said, "No, no matter where you are, I will recognize you."
The two of them hugged in the snow for a long time before Ming Zhiyan carried her back to the carriage.
