Shen Fengxi stared at the face for a moment before withdrawing his hand.,The man behind her fell silent for a long while, then spoke in a low voice: "What if I said I wouldn't leave",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.。