After all, it was winter, and the weather got late very quickly. Wang Yue only walked for ten minutes at the intersection of her home, and it was completely dark. She used the reader to read tens of millions of novels, completely ad-free! On the shady tree-lined avenue in summer,

At this moment, there is only a row of bare tree trunks left, which cannot conceal the depression and loneliness...

Wang Yue sat on a bench on the side of the road for a while, thinking that there might be many lovers here talking about love in the evenings of summer and autumn. Unfortunately, in spring and winter, people don't like its loneliness and coolness.

Thin and never come over again.

But she just loves this season. In other words, Wang Yue feels like a winter, like the winter wind, cold and sharp, like the winter sky, indifferent and clear, like the winter air, cold and indifferent. It seems that there is no

Anything can really capture her heart.

However, only she knows that she is actually more like a fire under the glacier. She is surrounded by ice that has not melted for thousands of years. She carefully protects the fire in her heart. Once the ice breaks, the flames will burst instantly.

Erupt, spread, and be unstoppable.

No one can touch her bottom line, just like she will never tell anyone about her rebirth.[

The street lights turned on, and the dim yellow street lights were like small oranges, emitting a warm light.

Wang Yue stood up from the chair. It was already getting late. If she didn't go back, Ye Xun, her uncle, aunt, and the others would have to worry.

After being reborn, many things didn't feel like they had changed. She began to like being talked about all day long, and would never say harsh words no matter how annoying she was. She also started to hang around the mailbox (gods) to check it out.

Does she have her own email, because it makes her feel like she is remembered by others.

Perhaps, I used to be like a cold winter, with sharp edges and sharp edges that not only cut my enemies, but also those who care about me. My current self is like a warm winter, and no matter how sharp I am, I can still tell the difference between internal and external closeness.

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Walking back leisurely, I don’t know which poet said, winter is coming, can spring be far behind?

It's a pity that she doesn't like spring. Rather than the sprouting of all things, she prefers to keep things hidden. Maybe this has a deep relationship with her character.

A gust of cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but shiver. She touched her nose. Wang Yue couldn't help but smile. She was still afraid of the cold. If she accidentally caught a cold, she might be killed by Ye Xunhaili.

What will the Tao become?

Dashi is indeed nagging, but that nagging is nothing compared to a woman, especially a woman who is a mother.

Waves of cheers came from the left direction. Wang Yue took a look. The lights were bright and the people were looking forward to it. It seemed that some event was being held. She was not someone who liked to join in the fun, so she only glanced at it and walked straight forward.

Take two steps.

When I think about my father, I feel a little heavier in my heart.

"Come on! Come on!"

"Bang..." a familiar melody.
Chapter completed!