Little Bao Lan, in her sapphire embroidered jacket, stumbled into the room, pushing the door open with a burst of energy. Her large, bright eyes were fixed on me as if she wanted to leap into my arms.,A cold wind, like a sharp knife, pierced into his eyes, making him forget to breathe. Suddenly, he bumped headfirst into a cold chest.,Push open the door and walk in, you see Qin'er, thin and small, curled up in a brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on top, pale without a trace.。