Meng Qiong rolled up her sleeves and, without a word, picked up the two people's wedding photo frame from the ground.,Without getting a response, Shen Fengxi remained in that posture for half an hour. After a while, he finally spoke, "What time is it now",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.。