You Nianyu.
Mo Shangjun didn't turn her head to look at her, but that highly distinctive voice directly brought the three characters to her mind.
"What is it?"
Mo Shangjun didn't look at her, her expression indifferent as she watched ahead.
You Nianyu stood to one side, looking at Mo Shangjun, who was casually sitting on a stone.
Her sitting posture was very relaxed, right leg bent, left leg hanging down, a large raincoat enveloping her entire body. The morning wind was cold, attacking from behind, the raincoat fluttered by the breeze, but Mo Shangjun sitting on the stone remained immovable.
The hood that came with the raincoat concealed Mo Shangjun's face, her features and expressions were unclear, and it was even impossible to discern any of her emotions.
Yet for some reason, one could feel the piercing cold and sorrow emanating from her. Just one glance filled one's chest with an indescribable emotion.
