"…" In fact, when Meng Chuyuan walked out of the airport lobby, she felt a cold wind blowing against her face. She subconsciously lifted her shoulders and hid half of her head in her scarf.
Just as she was about to complain that Lu Qingye was exaggerating, she shivered from the cold wind and both her eyes narrowed.
Lu Qingye saw with his own eyes that a second ago, she was still holding her head high. After coming out and encountering the cold air, she was like an ostrich with its head buried in sand.
He told Meng Chuyuan, "This is not the coldest time of the day."
In winter, the sky turned dark relatively early. Before six in the evening, it was already dark. The temperature outside also began to slowly drop.
Meng Chuyuan's mouth and nose were buried in the scarf. Her voice was muffled and a little regretful. "I must have gone crazy to come all the way here to suffer."
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