ink I stood you up."Cold Zhujing slightly tilted his head, looking at Tong Yimo with a serious expression.He still held her hand tightly, not letting go."I... I..." Tong Yimo awkwardly withdrew her ha... and dragged it to Lian Xing'er's room."Xing'er, take this box of clothes to your brother." Tong Yimo instructed, then muttered to herself, "It's cold in Beicheng, remember to wear a coat when you go....