Ziyu changed the water for the fish. As night fell, the paradoxical relationship surfaced on the water, and the color of the swaying water plants faded.
After closing the door, Ziyu sent a text message to Ansheng.
Half an hour later, a taxi parked downstairs of Ansheng's house. The driver smoked a cigarette comfortably and looked at the pedestrians walking on the street without a glance. The lights were not turned on in the car, and with the lights and feasting outside the car, Tzuyu looked at the lazy smoke in front of the mirror and fell into deep thought:
Does this woman really belong to me? I gave up everything I had to love her, but she always hid behind her cold eyes and peeped at me. What did she want? I do not understand.
The car door opened and Ziyu sniffed it, no.19.
"Where to go?"
"You decide."
Ziyu smiled and said, "Master, Jiangbian." After saying that, he grabbed An Sheng's hand and squeezed it.
The night lights in early summer flickered on and off, and the insects and moths in the sky rushed towards the bright lights full of expectations, but unfortunately it was not light, only the remaining warmth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
