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

once, it blocked all the cold, biting

scarf. It was solid black, with a pretty wild logo. It was a cashmere scarf Luther bought for her from Hermes. When did he come down

he embraced her from behind. His long, slender arms were wrapped around her

on the side of her neck, "What are you doing downstairs in this cold weather? And you don't even remember

pressed against hers and they

stood still and he held her tighter

He asked in a soft voice. Joyce tilted her head

out a soft scream and exclaimed,

was the first

swept around by the wind

raised in a soft curve, and she

four years and never saw snow. The Capital was located in the cold north, and the first snow of this winter just came unannounced.

snow every year, OK?" His