I called Shen Fengxi, not really expecting him to answer. But when he didn't pick up, my hopes died a little more completely.,"It's fine." Meng Qiong replied lightly, "Thank you.",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.。