Cheng Chu’s home was so close to the school that Gu Miao feels like it’s only been a few seconds.

In the early morning, the community was clean and bright. The fountain at the entrance was sprinkled with clear water, and the fine mist raised in the sun formed a beautiful halo.

“I’m here.” Cheng Chu said.

The boy’s pale face was hidden in the shade of the tree, and after a while, he raised his eyes to look at her.

Those eyes that were like a silent night seemed to pass through the icy wind and gently fell into her eyes.

Cheng Chu still couldn’t understand the emotion in his eyes that seemed to be dripping with depression.

Is it because you can’t meet each other for a winter vacation, so you’re reluctant?

She lowered her head slightly, took out a record from her bag, and handed it to him.