Su Cheng came to my house on a rainy day.
At that time, I took a pen and wrote about various unique towns in the UK in the small notebook I carried with me. The pictures displayed on the computer were full of temptation.
"Ayan——" I heard my mother calling my name outside. I was sitting cross-legged on the chair and ran out of the room without even bothering to put on my slippers.
Father is back.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
