Su Tong was standing a few steps away, leaning against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and staring up at the dazzling yellow light.
Such familiar eyebrows and eyes, four years later, once again appeared very close to Lin Ting.
One layer of silence, one layer of noise, and another layer of silence, just like in this life, joy and separation are repeated one after another.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
