Cheng Jiexiu was drinking alone on the street, he just wanted to numb his memory.
"God, why are you torturing me like this? I have worked so hard, and you are still using fate to torture me. What did I do wrong? -" The boy vented his anger on the street, but tears kept flowing down. He was tired and fell asleep quietly under a tree nearby.
On the other side of the street, a girl in a red Ferrari looked at the boy quietly.