The whole person leaned against the corner of the sofa with a blank expression. He bit on half a cigarette that was almost burned out, and beside him lay a child. The two seemed very close.,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.。