Chapter 158

A faint fragrance of jasmine came. At the same time, in a trance, the voice of a soft and delicate little girl came to my ear:

"brother, are you hungry? My sweet potato is hot. Here you are

"Brother, are you cold? I'll warm your hands! "

……

He will never forget that ice and snow, he this night, she maintained a posture, sitting until midnight, as she expected, completely insomnia.