"Mr. Gu, please don't abuse me. Madam is your sweetheart."
He smiled slightly with thin lips.
"Go away, don't dirty Rou'er's eyes."
You are like smoke, I am like a night song.
The summer smoke disperses, and the fog disperses on its own.
Her eyes were blurred and she was in a trance. Blood dripped one after another.
She coughed and whispered: "Farewell."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
