In the picture frame, there was only a crumpled red-background registration photo. Neither of their faces in the photo was considered good, and they even seemed to be arguing with each other. I vaguely remember that after the photo was taken, Shen Fengxi drove away by himself without even saying goodbye.,Shen Fengxi's breath was still tinged with the lingering taste of alcohol, his thin earlobes almost touching: "What's with that tone Jealous",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.。