"What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours",Moving in a daze, he stared at Zhou Zhe as he charged toward him, his hands and feet icy cold.,His reprimanding tone didn't show at all that the two of them had been friends for three years. Instead, he whispered softly to Qiao Xuexue, "Let's go home first. It's too hot outside, and you'll get sunburned."。