The wind blew off the leaves of the sycamore tree, and they fell at their feet, and a little dust was picked up by the soles of their shoes that had run over cigarette butts.
Jian Wu's eyes retracted from the entrance of the alley and fell on Li Yue's raised hands. Her thin lips moved but she didn't make a sound, but her eyebrows pressed down again, as if she felt a little bit naive about this person.
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