The Cold-Faced Monster Who Is a Good Anchor

Been listening to it for three years. Until that night, he finally couldn't stand it anymore. He registered a small account with an ID called "L". He clicked in. Wen Yining is singing. He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on the screen. He pressed the "gift" button. The first rocket. The second one. The tenth. Twenty. He doesn't know what he's doing. All he knew was that he couldn't wait any longer. He sent a private message: "Long time no see." Then he put down his cell phone, picked up his car keys, and walked out the door.