Liang Abao held up a small pistol, and the black muzzle was pressed against Qin Huai's chest full of hickeys. She reached out and threw the cigarette from Qin Huai's fingertips into the sea, whispering, "Hey Qin Huai, take a look, this vast ocean is the tomb I bought for you!"
Zinoan squatted on the ground and smoked. He said that there are thousands of women in the world. He said that I hate her drinking and loving money, and I hate that she is insidious and indiscreet. Finally, he put out the cigarette and blew out the last smoke ring. He choked and said that he still wanted to go back to the past and wanted to touch her face again.
Qin Huai raised his hand and looked at his watch. She didn't come to see him today either. He thought for a moment, should he buy a bouquet of flowers during this period to make her happy or should he still sit here and become a wife-watching stone? Forget it, I still want to wait before giving up.