An Ziqing hugged his waist, "I don't want you to be in danger again."
"Fool, what danger! As long as you don't run around, everything will be fine!"
An Ziqing still decided to go to the Nine-turn Maze, where her mother was.
Why in her memory, was she so sure where her mother was.
Greenland Island is really cold.
As far as the eye can see, it's always a vast expanse of white.
But the streets are still bustling with traffic, there are many pedestrians on the road, and the streets are lined with tall buildings.
Snowflakes occasionally drifted overhead.
An Ziqing stood on the street, looking at this city.
She had been here before, but not so frequently.
Why is there still such a strong sense of familiarity with this city?
Standing in front of a display window, An Ziqing saw a plaid scarf in the window, black and blue plaids, somewhat dull, but pretty nice at first glance.
An Ziqing went inside and bought the scarf.
Upon exiting, she saw Ling Chuan drive the car over.
