You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He handed her a box with a black bag covering it.

Joyce took the package, and after she paid, she opened the package on the spot, "Wait a minute. I need to check it first. It would be more convenient if I want to return it."

The deliveryman stood and waited while Joyce opened the package. She pulled a black velvet box out of it and opened it. She looked inside and said with satisfaction, "Okay, you can go now. Thanks."

After the deliveryman left, Joyce took a few steps farther forward and threw the packaging into the trash bin.

In her hand she cupped the black velvet box she had just received. She walked back to her office.

It was so cold, and she felt that in just a short while, her fingers had almost frozen and become less flexible.

She stopped and breathed into her palm, and she could even see the white foggy air.

It's still cold.

a warm scarf came up from the back of her neck and

all the cold, biting

with a pretty wild logo. It was a cashmere scarf Luther bought

around when he embraced her from behind. His long, slender arms were wrapped around her from behind, around her waist. His hard jaw was

side of her neck, "What are you doing downstairs in this cold weather? And you

pressed against hers and they were so close

stood still and he held her tighter and

head up and suddenly felt a bit cold on her

out a soft scream and exclaimed,

the first snow of the

by the

a soft curve, and she sighed from

for four years and never saw snow. The Capital was located in the cold north, and the first snow of this winter just came unannounced. “You like the snow?" He turned her around and gazed deeply at

you to see the snow every year, OK?" His intoxicating voice, low and