undercurrent

The constriction in his heart pulled him back to that deep winter night a year ago, when heavy snow fell and covered the whole land, Shen Qing stepped into the snow step by step, a layer of thin jeans could not stop the biting cold, Shen Qing was originally With his injured leg, he couldn't run at all, he could only watch the man in front of him being taken into the abyss...

Lu Yuan obviously felt that something was wrong with Shen Qing, and the strength of holding Shen Qing's hand was obviously a little heavier.

Shen Qing came back to her senses and found that her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

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