"Zhou Zhu? How did you know I was here?" He Miao sealed the bottle, took off her gloves and mask, and walked to the heater that Jing Yan had specially brought over to warm her hands.
"I want to see you. I will have my own way." Zhou Zhu looked down at He Miao's beautiful face, which was as beautiful as that night when they first met. "You and Jing Yan are in love."
Halfway through his words, he could not open his mouth.
On one hand, he thought that Jing Yan and He Miao's relationship was just an excuse his cousin made up to make him give up, but on the other hand, he could not help but believe that it was true.
In his confusion and conflict, he had sneaked out of his father's watch, but after seeing He Miao, he suddenly did not dare to know the result.
"Jing Yan is my boyfriend now." Before he could finish his sentence, He Miao's cold voice seemed to be carried by the wind and snow into his heart. It was so cold that his blood froze.