It was a quiet winter night, and the hexagonal snowflakes were dancing in the air.
Chu junmo stared at Gu Qiqi, who was slowly walking toward them, and was momentarily absent-minded.
This scene was like a painting. The pavilions and pavilions in the garden were covered with snow, and Gu Qiqi looked like an otherworldly fairy who had walked out of a painting.
Her pearl-white cheongsam was pure and graceful, but her sky-blue Cashmere coat was a little more dashing and dashing. The two combined into one on Gu Qiqi’s body, making her indescribably bright and moving.
She walked leisurely, and the snow rustled down. The tip of her nose, her red lips, and the sparkling snowflakes that fell from her forehead made Chu junmo unable to help but want to reach out and brush them away for her!
The feeling of her fingertips touching her skin must be as wonderful as being in a fairyland, right?
Unfortunately..
