She could not believe that the figure in her eyes was real.

Shirley lifted her hand slowly to push the door open. The figure in her eyes became clearer, so she was sure that she was not seeing things.

In that instant, the snow on her shoulders started to become warmer.

Shirley closed the door gently, and when she was about to say something, the man standing in front of the French windows suddenly turned around.

It was dusk and snowing, so the room was dim, but Shirley felt that there was an