I called Shen Fengxi, not really expecting him to answer. But when he didn't pick up, my hopes died a little more completely.,Shen Fengxi didn't notice anything unusual and responded after a long while, his voice low.,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.。