A cold wind, like a sharp knife, pierced into his eyes, making him forget to breathe. Suddenly, he bumped headfirst into a cold chest.,When Lin Yuanzhi turned back, he saw Wen Xue Luo kneeling by Xie Shuning's side, looking pitiful. He immediately felt rage rising in his chest and was about to speak when Xie Shuning softly called out his name, using his given name.,He lowered his head, gazing at the ground. His gaze was fixed on a hairpin he wore in his hair.。