"She will choose me, do you know the reason?" Lu Yan calmly placed the photo next to the base of the stone tablet in the middle. After he stood up, his pupils covered the three tombs.
"Chi." Feng Jianchen raised his head with a nasal laugh, and the incomplete sun leaking out between his fingers challenged the limits of his eyeballs. For a long time, his eyes became dim and colorless, making a hoarse sound as if he had been exposed to the sun for a long time.
"I knew this a long time ago, it's just that idiot didn't know."
The wind became louder, and the photo could not withstand the gravity and flew along the edge of the two people's shoes to the corner of the sky. Just in time, a black bird pulled the air current and passed by. The photo flipped and faced the sun, and three toothy smiles were clearly visible. It's like returning to the original tranquility, reflecting the white-hot cross star.