"The fortune teller said that I was destined to be lonely, but I didn't believe it before..."
"I am your destiny, and I am your only antidote"
Song Yuan packed his luggage in silence and left in the dark sky without any news.
"Doctors from all departments should be aware that a series of car accidents occurred on the Jinglin Expressway in our city. All departments should be prepared for work." Cheng Feng followed the emergency vehicle anxiously. The bright yellow cordon and the bright red blood solidified in Cheng Feng's sight.
The license plate number of the black Bentley was like a piercing thorn, piercing his heart. Like a madman, he dug up the car casing fragments with his bare hands, looking for a familiar figure in the bloody mess.
Fang Jingxiao rushed out of the shopping mall and rushed forward as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit. He was like a token that could not be discarded in his life, "Without you, I really don't know how to live."
Zhuang Ci took out his scratched wrist from the bathtub. He laughed at his ignorance and blocked the water outlet in the foam. The bright red blood filled his whole world like a virus.
Love and hate are entangled together, love and fame and fortune meet. I am doomed. Sir, you are my only antidote.
"Song Yuan! The wind has picked up... How about we go home..."
