Shen Fengxi didn't notice anything unusual and responded after a long while, his voice low.,He walked toward the bathroom, his voice a hoarse whisper: "Wait for me ten minutes.",Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。