A gentle breeze blew across the banks of the Seine.,“Hmm.” Luo Xin leaned against Huo Yanchen’s shoulder, holding a warm cup in her arms. “This trip was delayed for a long time. I specially chose a season when the Northern Lights erupted in Iceland to come here, wanting to watch them with you. Who knew the weather wouldn't cooperate.”,But his lover alone bore the weight of all sides' pressure, enduring the pain of loving unrequitedly.。