"Why is your hand so cold?"
"Yes!"
Piao Xiang nodded lightly.
"I'm afraid of the cold. I have to be fully armed when I go out."
After tidying up her painting tools and carrying her backpack, she turned her head and glanced at the high-spirited man standing quietly in the sunset.
At this moment, there was a beautiful woman beside the man.
The two of them were talking in a low voice. They were very close and compatible.
"I'm leaving!"
Piao Xiang said softly, trying hard to suppress the sourness in his heart.
"Are you still coming tomorrow?"
"I don't know."
Piao Xiang looked at the setting sun and his eyes suddenly became gloomy, as if he was sad.
"Who knows what will happen tomorrow? Perhaps after sleeping for a night, she would be gone…Sometimes, fate was not something that one could fight for just because they wanted to…Especially matters related to life and death, they are the most difficult to figure out…"