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.,My heart felt like it was being held in an invisible hand, the pain so intense that I could barely stand.。