classification:Science fiction |
author:<milk dipped in s |
state:in the series |
update:(2025-07-02 09:07:46) |
Shen Fengxi seemed to have lost his energy after drinking, with half-closed eyelids and arms crossed, leaning against the sofa. He let out a slow, sluggish white mist from his mouth for a while, not sure what state he was in, but he just hung on, his mood was low.,Shen Fengxi was very heavy, most of his weight was on his upper body, his hands clasped at his waist.,Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。