There was a voice in his head.
That voice will remind him when he is in danger, will be silent when he misses her, and will say "be careful" in the tone of his sweetheart.
The voice asked him a question, but he still dared not answer.
He didn't know what that sound was.
I don't know that this world is quietly cracking apart.
Ying Zheng began to have strange dreams.
Wang Jian stroked a strand of black hair.
Jiang Ning's charm glowed at night.
And Lin Yuan just wanted to find out - who is that voice?
