Before long, Li Xiaoqiang arrived above Snow City, standing beside him was Hong Ling. Hong Ling tugged at Li Xiaoqiang's sleeve as if she had something to say.
Li Xiaoqiang noticed Hong Ling tugging at his clothes, quickly returned his gaze, turned to stare at Hong Ling, and said, "What do you want with me?"
Hong Ling wrote in Li Xiaoqiang's palm, "He Huanhuan has left, will you blame me?"
Li Xiaoqiang reached out and pinched Hong Ling's cheek, smiling as he said, "I don't blame you. Maybe it's better for He Huanhuan to have some quiet time."
Hearing Li Xiaoqiang's words, Hong Ling nodded.
At this moment, Li Xiaoqiang looked at the vast snowfield outside Snow City. Currently, it was snowing heavily on the snowfield.
Snowflakes were drifting leisurely in the wind.
Some fine snowflakes landed on Li Xiaoqiang's eyelashes, causing them to flutter slightly before the snowflakes fell to the ground.
At this moment, a rumbling sound came from afar.
