It was three in the morning when the phone rang.
The rain was falling so hard that you could hear the crackling sound when it hit the glass.
Looking away from the computer screen, he took off his glasses and realized that he had a splitting headache.
The shadows of the trees constantly change with the wind, and the reflection on the window looks like a scene from a ghost movie.
Well, tomorrow is my wedding, um... I want to tell you, if you want... If you don't have time, it doesn't matter if you don't have time...
The man's voice on the phone was so quiet that it was hard to imagine that he was so cold and stern in front of his subordinates.
Without hesitation, he switched off the phone and checked the time.
A guy who has no concept of time.
Han and I have known each other since childhood, and we are legendary childhood sweethearts. The kind that held hands while going to school in kindergarten.
Conception: