C469 Goodbye Yin Feiyue!

It snowed again last night.

It was nine o'clock in the morning in the City of Romance. The sun didn't even have a trace of warmth.

With his hands in his pockets, wrapped in a thick down jacket, and wearing a hat and scarf, Ye Kong leisurely walked on Versailles Street.

Right now, he had brown curly hair, and a standard white face.

Not far behind him, a black car was slowly driving