The living room has been swept clean by Meng Qiong, leaving only two black garbage bags piled up in the entryway.,The tone was so natural, it almost took me by surprise.,Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。