"No, wait, you want to live at my place?"
"Yeah, how proud of you to take in an Asian superstar."
"Oh. Okay." Oh, okay? Xia Zimu himself still can't understand how he could blurt out such an answer so easily. It was obvious that his evil plan had succeeded, but now he seemed to be frivolous and secretly happy.
Strolling along the banks of the Garonne River, the afternoon sunshine was just warm enough.
Cheng Tianluo's original destination was not here. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible, so he bought the earliest European flight that day, but unexpectedly ended up staying.
I have to admit that unintentional encounters always bring unexpected gains. He began to like this place, the abundant sunshine, the gentle blue sky, the wine-scented breeze, the yellowing ancient city walls, and her beside him.
Regarding meeting her, the Buddha only gave him one day. Regardless of fate or calamity, he did not want it to end, because he chose to believe in the real and palpable happiness in front of him.