It was nearing the end of winter.
The independent continent was getting colder by the day.
Qiao Nian was wearing a knitted sweater and a camel-colored woolen coat. She was also carrying the ever-present black shoulder bag.
She went down from the second floor and greeted Gu San, telling him she was going to the First Research Institute.
Gu Yan waited for the girl's back to disappear at the entrance before putting down her cell phone and lifting the chestnut curly hair beside her ear. Her long and peach blossom eyes narrowed as she bumped Qin Si's chest with her fist and gossiped in a low voice, "What's wrong with Young Master Ye? He hasn't coaxed her yet. I think Sun is still angry."
