He walked toward the bathroom, his voice a hoarse whisper: "Wait for me ten minutes.",As Shen Fengxi was about to leave, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something on the coffee table. He casually asked, "What's that on the table",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.。