045 I Miss You.
Nancheng's winter was different from Jiangchuan's. The wind cut into your bones as it blew, damp and bone-chilling cold.
Zeng Keqin wrapped her scarf tighter and dragged her suitcase out of the high-speed rail station with the crowd. It was close to the New Year, and the pickup area was packed with people, forming a dense circle.
She craned her neck, looked around, and finally spotted Lyu Qian in a dark red wool coat with newly permed curly hair, standing next to her father Zeng Licheng.
"Qinqin!!"
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