Wei Wei…
Redakteur: Larbre Studio
With no other choice, Helian Wei Wei could only sit beside him helplessly on the stairs.
It was winter and the snow was falling heavily in the Capital.
However, he was motionless, his face was as delicate as porcelain, with an unusual sense of cold-bloodedness.
Maybe they had been there for too long to the extent where Helian Wei Wei could feel the coldness around her limbs.
All of a sudden the boy looked up!
Helian Wei Wei thought he finally saw her and was about to open her mouth to speak.
Instead, he looked past her face and fixed his eyes on a well-dressed little girl.