Xia Shi burst into tears.
She had only said it casually.
At that time, he was watching a melodramatic idol drama with her, where the male lead waited all night in the snow with a bouquet of roses, asking for the female lead's forgiveness.
She thought it was romantic, so she casually remarked that if he ever made her angry, doing something like that might just cool her down.
Who knew he would be so foolish.
Why, when she had already decided to leave him, why did he have to appear in front of her?
Why was he still entangled with her?
Why wouldn't he let her go...
The person had already fainted, and it was nighttime again, winter nights were always less populated, and the rainy night was even more deserted.
In such cold weather, everyone was hiding at home, warming up and watching TV.
With no one to turn to, Xia Shi could only carry him on her back, struggling to walk home.
She was very petite, carrying over a hundred pounds of a grown man was really strenuous.
