[ Ming You ] meandering

Fives,

Ten years later.

The king of Yaksha pushed open the window and saw the flawless white sky outside.

It is very strange, this winter, Yasha has a lot of snow.

After two days and nights, the whole sacrifice was covered by this pure but cool color.

Looking at the snowflakes that were still falling, Long Ming stretched out his hand from the window.

The snow fell on his palm, it melted instantly, and it was very cold.

Long Ming trembled slightly but did not withdraw his hand. There were two rows of shallow footprints on the snow, extending far away.

It's so cold, but because it's two people, it doesn't appear to be alone.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, with cold wind blowing in, Long Ming turned around.

The purple-haired young man rushed into the house, shaking off the snowflakes on his cloak.

The beautiful eyebrows, together with the unreal snow scene behind him, are like a painting.

"It's very beautiful outside, brother, don't come and take a look... Ha, so you are peeking here!"

Looking at him, Long Ming smiled broadly and warmly, he stretched out his arms towards the young man, "Come here."

--THAN--