Under the pale sky, a black Mercedes pierced Zhang Shaoyi's eyes. The tears gradually dried, leaving traces of tears. The blurred eyes began to gather, projecting a kind of hatred, yes, hate, how could he not hate it? That man, he destroyed everything he valued.
Today, at this moment, Fang Mulin finally saw the flames of hatred in Zhang Shaoyi's eyes. His heart contracted abnormally again, and the pain was unbearable. These are all self-inflicted, he understands. But when I really see and feel it, the pain is beyond ****.
Was it stolen and not even returned in time? He asked himself.
Conception: